For him was lever han at his beddes hed A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle , and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie. But all be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre.
Ac thorugh his science soothy was nevere no soule ysaved, Ne broght by hir bokes to blisse ne to joye.william langland
And as for me, though than I konne but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon. That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But yt be seldome on the holy day. Save, certeynly, when that the monthe of May Is comen, and that I here the foules synge, And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge, Farwel my boke, and my devocion.Geoffrey Chaucer