Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!
O little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thyself in prees for dred?Geoffrey Chaucer
O little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?Geoffrey Chaucer
O for a booke and a shadie nooke, eyther in-a-doore or out; With the grene leaves whisp'ring overhede, or the Streete cries all about. Where I maie Reade all at my ease, both of the Newe and Olde; For a jollie goode booke whereon to looke, is better to me than Golde.