themself to make honycombes preuely in holowe trees and stockes. Also wodes for thyknesse of trees ben colde with shadowe. And in hete of the sonne wery wayfarynge and trauelynge men haue lykynge to have reste and to hele themself in the shadow. Many wodes ben betwyne dyuers coūtrees and londes: and departyth theym asondre. And by weuynge and castyng togyder of trees often men kepeth and defendyth themself from enymies."[43] Bartholomew's book on herbs ends thus: "And here we shall fynysshe and ende in treatyng of the XVII boke whyche hath treated as ye may openly knowe of suche thynges as the Maker of all thyng hath ordered and brought forth by his myghty power to embelyssh and araye the erthe wyth and most specyally for ye fode of man and beast." At the end of the book is the poem which has caused so much controversy amongst bibliographers. In this Wynken de Worde definitely states that Caxton had a share in the first printing of this book at Cologne:-- "And also of your charyte call to remembraunce The soule of William Caxton first prȳter of this boke. In laten tonge at Coleyn hyself to auauce That every well disposed man may therein loke." In spite of this, modern bibliographers are of opinion that Caxton could not have played even a subordinate part in the printing of this book at Cologne. De Worde also refers to the maker of the paper[44]:-- "... John Tate the yonger ... Which late hathe in England doo make this paper thynne That now in our Englysh this boke is prynted Inne." There is charm as well as pathos in the verses on the reproduction of manuscripts in book form, showing us vividly what the recent discovery of the art of printing meant to the scholars of that day. The simile of Phœbus "repairing" the moon is very apt. "For yf one thyng myght laste a M yere Full sone comyth aege that frettyth all away; But like as Phebus wyth his bemes clere The mone repeyreth as bryght as ony day Whan she is wasted ryght; so may we say Thise bokes old and blynde whan we renewe By goodly pryntyng they ben bryght of hewe." The last verse of the poem is as follows:-- "Nowe gloryous god that regnest one in thre And thre in one graunte vertu myght and grace Unto the prynter of this werke that he May be rewarded in thy heuenly place And whan the worlde shall come before thy face There to receue accordyng to desert Of grace and mercy make hym then expert."