O for a Booke

O for a Booke and a shadie nooke,

Eyther in-a-doore or out,

With the greene leaves whisp'ring overhede,

Or the Streete cryes all about,

Where I may Reade all at my ease,

Both of the Newe and Olde,

For a jollie goode Booke, whereon to looke,

Is better to me than Golde.