Pipes (plural) with traces of cannabis have been found in Shakespeare’s yard – dated conceivably to the period. That’s about all there is ultimately to conclude in terms of hard facts to this article, but there is a collection of enticements to consider.
This broke via Times magazine a month or so back but it seems there’s been further corroboration…
Here’s a National Geographic article related to the residual signatures of cocaine in pipes of the period. I love the pinning of Sir Francis Drake to how this stuff (cocoa leaves) came back after the Spanish conquests had begun.
Pot of course could have come via hemp, involved in a good deal of trade during the bard’s days.
Here’s Sonnet 76 for your token (ahem) reference:
Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
O know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.