MODESTY “What hundred books are best, think you?” I said, What Addressing one devoted to the pen. He thought a moment, then he raised his head: “I hardly know—I’ve written only ten.” MY LORD THE BOOK A book is an aristocrat: A book ’Tis pampered—lives in state; Stands on a shelf, with naught whereat To worry—lovely fate! Enjoys the best of company; And often—ay, ’tis so— Like much in aristocracy, Its title makes it go. THE BIBLIOMISER He does not read at all, yet he doth hoard He Rich books. In exile on his shelves they’re stored;
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