It might, on second thoughts, be just as good,
And cost me next to nothing, if the books
Were made of wood.
“It shall be so. I’ll give the shaven deal
A coat of paint—a colourable dress,
To look like calf or vellum and conceal
Its nakedness.
“And gilt and letter’d with the author’s name,
Whatever is most excellent and rare
Shall be, or seem to be (’tis all the same)