The Book Worms
Through and through th' inspir'd leaves, Ye maggots, make your windings; But O respect his lordship's taste, And spare his golden bindings
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Through and through th' inspir'd leaves, Ye maggots, make your windings; But O respect his lordship's taste, And spare his golden bindings
This is an epigram by Robert Burns. It is read here by Vivien Heilbron.
Ralph Richard McLeanThe poem was supposedly inscribed in a volume of Shakespeare in a nobleman's library, according to Alexander Cunningham. John Syme copied a variant which was written in a bible that a friend offered Burns for his inscription.
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