A Song of Books

Old English.

“Oh for a booke and a shadie nooke,
Eyther in doore or out;
With the grene leaves whispering
overhead
Or the streete cryes all about.

Where I maie reade all at my ease,
Both of the newe and olde;
For a jollie goode booke wheron to looke,
Is better to me than golde.”

George London Ward