I prayse the man that first did Paper make,
The only thing, that sets all virtues forth.
It shoes new books, and keeps old workes awake,
Much more of price than all the world is worth.
It witnesse beares of friendship, time and troth,,
And is the tromp of vice and virtue both;
Without whose help, no hap or wealth is won,
And by whose ayde great workes and deedes are done.
These are the first few lines of the poem, the full text is reprinted in The Quarterly No 62.