Tobakksjapper som jeg har besøkt og besøker
"A pipe is the fountain of contemplation, the source of pleasure, the companion of the wise; and the man who smokes, thinks like a philosopher and acts like a samaritan."
- Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, 1. Baron Lytton
When I take my pipe and stuff it
And smoke to pass the time away
My thoughts, as I sit there and puff it,
Dwell on a picture sad and grey:
It teaches me that very like
Am I myself unto my pipe.
Like me this pipe, so fragrant burning,
Is made of naught but earthen clay;
To earth I too shall be returning
And cannot halt my slow decay.
My well used pipe, now cracked and broken,
Of mortal life is but a token.
No stain, the pipe´s hue yet doth darken;
It remains white. Thus do I know
Than when to death´s call I must harken
My body, too, all pale will grow.
The black beneath the sod `twill turn,
Likewise the pipe, it oft it burn.
Or when the pipe is fairly glowing,
Behold then instantaneously,
The smoke then into thin air going,
`Til naught but ash is left to see.
Man´s fame likewise away will burn
And unto dust his body turn.
How oft it happens when one´s smoking,
The tamper´s missing from it shelf,
And one goes with one´s finger poking
Into the bowl and burns oneself.
If in the pipe such pain doth dwell
How hot must be the pains of Hell!
Thus o´er my pipe in contemplation
Of such things - I can constantly
Indulge in fruitful meditation,
And so, puffing contentedly,
On land, at sea, at home, abroad,
I smoke my pipe and worship God.
- Johann Sebastian Bach
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