Through and through the inspirèd leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! respect his lordship’s taste ,
And spare his golden bindings.
The world divides into bibliophiles, who love the physical pleasure of beautiful books, and book-lovers, who love the contents. For many years, I belonged to The Folio Society and as a result have some beautifully bound books, but I am ashamed to say many of them remain unread.