Christopher Marlowe is Canterbury's poet and Canterbury is where I live. This is what he said, though I rather suspect he may have drunk the tobacco rather than smoked it.
Tobacco and Boies
They that love not tobacco and boies
Are fools. How true how very true.
My song of songs, my joy of joys,
After the fevers and the frets,
The Himalaya of my debts,
This is as joyful as it gets.
My loves all culminate in you,
My Wonderland, my Timbuktu,
My Rome, my Babylon, my Tyre,
My sweet of sweets, my toy of toys,
My pattern and my equipoise,
My marmoset of marmosets,
The pinnacle of my desire
My light of life, my flame of fire,
And sharer of my cigarettes.
uncollected poem, © John Whitworth 2014, used by permission of the author.