Or he solemnly turns his Kilmarnock Burns
With an awed and reverent thumb;
He’ll scrimp to possess a Kelmscott Press,
And hoard up his hard-earned wage
Till he saves the cost of a Paradise Lost
With the right sort of title page.
If he has on his shelves some dumpy twelves,
Of which he’s a connoisseur,
The bibliophile, with a fatuous smile,
Believes he’s a littérateur!