Quote #4

How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold!

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  1. Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed Of knightly counsel and heroic deed).
  2. Now cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold.
  3. The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold.

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