“I saw a boy with eager eye Open a book upon a stall, And read, as he’d devour it all, Which, when the stall-man did espy, Soon to the boy I heard him call ‘You, sir, you never buy a book. Therefore in one you shall not look.’ The boy pass’d slowly on, and with a sigh He wish’d he never had been taught to read, Then of the old churl’s books he should have had no need.”