Reader look, not on his picture but his book.
Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare , rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read , and praise to give .
Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.
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