John Ferriar quotes

How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold! (John Ferriar)
Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed Of knightly counsel and heroic deed). View quote
John Ferriar
Now cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold. View quote
John Ferriar
The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold. View quote
John Ferriar