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And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
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And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent,
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
The language of truth is simple.
The language of truth is simple.
Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
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You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!
The learned fool writes his nonsense in better language than the unlearne, but it is still nonsense.
The learned fool writes his nonsense in better language than the unlearne, but it is still nonsense.
The individual's whole experience is built upon the plan of his language.
The individual's whole experience is built upon the plan of his language.
Those who know nothing of foreign languages, knows nothing of their own.
Those who know nothing of foreign languages, knows nothing of their own.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.
Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.