Books Do Actually Consume Air And Exhale

A Mighty Good Sausage Stuffer Was Spoiled When The Man Became A Poet.

Let My Temptation Be A Book, Which I Shall Purchase, Hold And Keep.

But I, When I Undress Me Each Night, Upon My Knees Will Ask The Lord To Bless Me With Apple-pie And Cheese.

Books Do Actually Consume Air And Exhale Perfumes.

How Gracious Those Dews Of Solace That Over My Senses Fall At The Clink Of The Ice In The Pitcher The Boy Brings Up The Hall.