When gods beset the woodland ways, One could be sure of something then Venus and Love went hand in hand. Now I would give (such is my neel) To see Pan fluting on a reed And with his goat-hoof keeping time! MAURICE THOMPSON. BOOKS. FROM THE KALÉDER OF SHEPERDES," 1528. He that many bokes redys, His thryfte cometh behynde. ANONYMOUS. THE SCHOLAR. FROM EDWIN THE FAIR." THIS life, and all that it contains, to him Filled with book-wisdom, pictured thought and love All things he understands, and nothing does. Of action, he will talk to you as one Whose wisdom lay in dealings and transactions; SIR HENRY TAYLOR. THE BOOK-STALL. Ir stands in a winding street, Here are precious gems of thought And perchance an Elzevir; Here are countless "mos of chaff, Like leaves that are cracked with cold, In every age and clime Live the monarchs of the brain: CLINTON SCOLLARD. BOOKS. FOR why, who writes such histories as these JOHN HIGGINS. |