In faith if his editions had been kept
Amongst the rarities he’d ne’er have crept!
And then those pompous, overwhelming tomes
You find so oft in overwhelming homes,
No substance on a Whatman surface placed,
In polished leather and in tooling cased,
The gilded edges dazzling to the eye
And flaunting all their charms so wantonly.
These book-men, when they catalogue their books,
Call them in truth édition de luxe.