Old English Poem
O for a Booke and a shadie nook,
eyther in-a-doore or out;
With the grene leaves whispering overhede,
or the Streete cryes all about.
Where I maie reade all at my ease,
both of the Newe and Olde;
For a jollie good booke whereon to looke,
is better to me than Golde.