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Thomas Hardy - Satires Of Circumstance In Fifteen Glimpses: In The Study
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  He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
  Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there,
  A type of decayed gentility;
  And by some small signs he well can guess
  That she comes to him almost breakfastless.
  "I have called — I hope I do not err —
  I am looking for a purchaser
  Of some score volumes of the works
  Of eminent divines I own, —
  Left by my father — though it irks
  My patience to offer them." And she smiles
  As if necessity were unknown;
  "But the truth of it is that oftenwhiles
  I have wished, as I am fond of art,
  To make my rooms a little smart,
  And these old books are so in the way."
  And lightly still she laughs to him,
  As if to sell were a mere gay whim,
  And that, to be frank, Life were indeed
  To her not vinegar and gall,
  But fresh and honey-like; and Need
  No household skeleton at all.
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