Sonnets : On Books

What wealth of knowledge, Books have stored for us? What precious time, some writers sacrificed? When libraries lend Books without much fuss, ‘Tis sad why readers don't get much enticed? What use are Books when only kept in racks? How sad to see them acquire cob-webs? 'Tis sad when Silver-fish consume Book-stacks; And Knowledge too has its high tides and ebbs! Books are companions to man's progress; They serve to guide a man to live aright; Books are like dolls children with love caress; They help a man in darkness to see light! Book-cost is nothing compared to value, They are true friends of men; give respect due.