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Dear Miller: You and I despise / The cad who gathers books to sell 'em, / Be they but sixteen-mos in cloth / Or stately folios garbed in vellum.
But when one fellow has a prize / Another bibliophile is needing, / Why, then, a satisfactory trade / Is quite a laudable proceeding.