Maxioms by Matthew Prior
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
At night astronomers agree.
At night astronomers agree.
They always talk who never think, and who have the least to say.
They always talk who never think, and who have the least to say.
The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
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The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frightened shores.
Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.
Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.
