Pierre, Or The Ambiguities - pg. 287

The simplest of all things is to write in a lady's album. But cui bono? Is there such a dearth of printed reading, that the monkish times must be revived, and ladies' books be in manuscript? What could Pierre write of his own on Love or antyhing else, that surpass what divine Hafiz wrote so many centuries ago? Was there not Anacreon too, and Catullus, and Ovid -- all translated, and readily accessible? And then -- bless all their souls! -- had the dear creaturesforgotten Tom Moore?