A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood

Yet Once More, O Ye Laurels, And Once More Ye Myrtles Brown, With Ivy Never Sere, I Come To Pluck Your Berries Harsh And Crude, And With Forced Fingers Rude Shatter Your Leaves Before The Mellowing Year.

With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears.

Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

With Diadem And Sceptre High Advanced, The Lower Still I Fall; Only Supreme In Misery; Such Joy Ambition Finds.