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Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. read more
Fie, fie upon her!
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip;
Nay, her foot speaks. Her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
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 language of truth is simple.
The language of truth is simple.
I am the King of Rome, and above grammar.
[Lat., Ego sum rex Romanus, et supra grammaticam.]
I am the King of Rome, and above grammar.
[Lat., Ego sum rex Romanus, et supra grammaticam.]
Our native language is like a second skin, so much a part of us we resist the idea that it read more
Our native language is like a second skin, so much a part of us we resist the idea that it is constantly changing, constantly being renewed.
Language is a process of free creation; its laws and principles are fixed, but the manner in which the principles read more
Language is a process of free creation; its laws and principles are fixed, but the manner in which the principles of generation are used is free and infinitely varied. Even the interpretation and use of words involves a process of free creation.
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?
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
