O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom, The broom of Cowdenknowes; I wish I were with my dear swain, With his pipe and my yowes.

-Ballads
'The Broom of Cowdenknowes', opening lines.

OAutumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

-Blake,William
  Poetical Sketches,'To  Autumn'.

Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me, 'Pipe a song about a lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again!' So I piped. He wept to hear.

-Blake,William
  Songs of Innocence,'Introduction'.

But afterall it's not the winning that matters, is it? Or is it? It'söto coinawordötheamenitiesthatcount: thesmell of the dandelions, the puff of the pipe, the click of the bat, the rain on the neck, the chill down the spine, the slow, exquisite coming on of sunset and dinner and rheumatism.

-Cooke, (Alfred) Alistair
Quoted in Helen Exley Cricket Quotations (1992).

The pipe with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and pufföand speak, and pause again.

-Cowper,William
  Poems,'Conversation', l.245^8.

The last breath I drew in he wished might be through a pipe and exhaled in a pun.

-Lamb, Charles
Quoted in W  Toynbee Diaries of William Charles Macready 1833^1851 (1912).

Whatever may have been my enthusiasm or impatience to be up and doing on the night before, the hour for getting up always finds me with no other ambition in the world than to be permitted to lie where I am and sleep, sleep, sleep.Not soTilman.Ihave never met anyonewith such a complete disregard for the sublime comforts of the early morning bed. However monstrously early we might decide, thenight before, toget up, hewas about at least half an hour before the time. He was generally very good about it, and used to sit placidly smoking his pipe over the fire.

-Shipton, Eric Earle
  On climbing with H W (Bill) Tilman. Nanda Devi.

   Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

-Tennyson
  The Princess, pt.4, added song, stanzas 3^4.