I think you've stumped me!!
I need to go shopping at the Google store.
Time's up. I beat you to the store -- with the copious help of Mr. Anon. I find the selection fair and balanced, however suspicious it may be, though I can imagine why. They did have trial lawyers and class action suits back in their days, didn't they?
Prince and peasant, lord and lackey,
All in some form take their Baccy. Anon.
For rich and poor, in peace or strife,
It smooths the rugged path of life. Anon.
What introduces Wig or Tory,
And reconciles them in their story,
When each is boasting in his glory,
A pinch of snuff.
Where speech and tongue together fail,
What helps old ladies in their tale,
And adds fresh canvas to their sail,
A pinch of snuff. -- Anon
Snuff or the fan supply each pause of chat
With singing, laughing, ogling and all that.
And Catullus wrote that when Cupid sneezed,
The little loves that waited by,
Bowed and blessed the augury.
A sonnet to the nose,
Knows he that never took a pinch
Nosey! the pleasure thence which flows?
Knows he the titillating joy
Which my nose knows?
O nose! I am as proud of thee
As any mountain of its snows!
I gaze on thee and feel that pride
A Roman knows! Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
Tobacco is an Indian weed,
From the devil it doth proceed,
It picks you pockets, burns your clothes,
And makes a chimney of your nose. Anon.
Drink, and the whole world drinks with you.
Swear off, and you drink alone. Anon.