I do but sing because I must,

And pipe but as the linnets sing.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. xxi. Stanza 6.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

They are not a pipe for fortune's finger

To sound what stop she please. Give me that man

That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him

In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,

As I do thee.—Something too much of this.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance.

George Wither (1588-1667): Poem on Christmas.

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.

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.

A glass is good, and a lass is good,

And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;

The world is good, and the people are good,

And we 're all good fellows together.

John O'Keefe (1747-1833): Sprigs of Laurel. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on,—

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,

Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

John Keats (1795-1821): Ode on a Grecian Urn.