There's Eve,--not our first mother fair, -
But Clovis Eve, a binder true;
Thither does Bauzonnet repair,
Derome, Le Gascon, Padeloup!
But never come the cropping crew
That dock a volume's honest size,
Nor they that "letter" backs askew,
Within that Book-man's Paradise!

ENVOY

Friend, do not Heber and De Thou,
And Scott, and Southey, kind and wise,
La chasse au bouquin still pursue
Within that Book-man's Paradise?



BALLADE OF A FRIAR



(Clement Marot's Frere Lubin, though translated by Longfellow and
others, has not hitherto been rendered into the original measure,
of ballade e double refrain.)

Some ten or twenty times a day,
To bustle to the town with speed,
To dabble in what dirt he may, -