Aug
18
Placebo-Running Up That Hill (Live)
making pipes
Cause I love tobacco pipes.
Aug
5
Pipe beard man.
i call him smokey
Jul
30
;)
(via itsslima)
“
Why should life in sorrow be spent,
When pleasure points to the road,
Wherein each traveler with content,
May throw off the ponderous load?
And instead, in ample measure,
Gather fruits too long left ripe;
What’s this world without its pleasure?
What is pleasure but a pipe?
See the sailor’s jovial state,
Mark the soldier’s noble soul;
What doth heroes renovate?
What refines the splendid bowl?
Is it not tobacco dear,
That from the brow fell grief can wipe?
Yes! Like them with jolly cheer,
I find pleasure in a pipe.
Some are fond of care and grief,
Some take pleasure in sad strife,
Some pursue a false belief;
Few there are that enjoy life.
Some delight in envy ever,
Others avaricious gripe;
Would you know our greatest pleasure?
‘Tis a glowing social pipe.
Jul
27
“Much victuals serves for gluttony
To fatten men like swine;
But he’s a frugal man indeed
That with a leaf can dine.
And needs no napkin for his hands,
His fingers’ ends to wipe,
But keeps his kitchen in a box,
And roast meat in a pipe.” Samuel Rowlands (1611)
To fatten men like swine;
But he’s a frugal man indeed
That with a leaf can dine.
And needs no napkin for his hands,
His fingers’ ends to wipe,
But keeps his kitchen in a box,
And roast meat in a pipe.” Samuel Rowlands (1611)
Jul
26
“
With pipe and book at close of day,
Oh, what is sweeter, mortal say?
It matters not what book on knee,
Old Izaak or the Odyssey,
It matters not meerschaum or clay.
And though ones’s eyes will dream astray,
And lips forget to sue or sway,
It is “enough to merely be”
With Pipe and Book.
What though our modern skies be gray,
As bards aver, I will not pray
For “soothing death” to succor me,
But ask this much, O Fate, of thee,
A little longer yet to stay
With Pipe and Book.
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