When in my pipe I take my pleasure,
Filling it with tobacco new,
Smoking before the fire at leisure,
Then I do learn a lesson true:
I see in this, my pipe so fine,
A likeness to this life of mine.
When I do light my pipe so neatly,
In but a moment I do find,
That all the smoke has gone completely,
Leaving but ashes here behind:
So does man's body turn to clay,
So does his glory fade away.
-Anonymous poem found in the notebook for Anna Magdalena Bach accompanying an Aria in D minor.