The Reading Of Books, What Is It

Every Ear Is Tickled With The Sweet Music Of Applause.

I Pass By That It Is Very Culpable To Be Facetious In Obscene And Smutty Matters.

Chance Never Writ A Legible Book; Chance Never Built A Fair House; Chance Never Drew A Neat Picture; It Never Did Any Of These Things, Nor Ever Will; Nor Can It Be Without Absurdity Supposed Able To Do Them; Which Yet Are Works Very Gross And Rude, Very Easy And Feasible, As It Were, In Comparison To The Production Of A Flower Or A Tree.

The Reading Of Books, What Is It But Conversing With The Wisest Men Of All Ages And All Countries.

He Who Loveth A Book Will Never Want A Faithful Friend, A Wholesome Counsellor, A Cheerful Companion, Or An Effectual Comforter.