Classic Poem

Delight in Books from Evening
Till mid-night when the Cocks do sing;
Till Morning when the day doth spring:
Till Sun-set when the Bell doth ring.
Delight in Books, for Books do bring
Poor men to learn most every thing;
The Art of true Levelling:
Yea even how to please the king.
Delight in Books, they're carrying
Us so far, that we know to fling
On waspish men (who taking wing
Surround us) that they can not sting.