And he that will to bed go sober

Falls with the leaf still in October.

John Fletcher (1576-1625): The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe

When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;

Like other charmers, wooing the caress

More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;

Yet thy true lovers more admire by far

Thy naked beauties—give me a cigar!

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking

Indeed is too mellow for me.

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1690-1762): The Answer.

In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow,

Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,

Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): Spectator. No. 68.