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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?
We are getting into semantics again. If we use words, there is a very grave danger they will be misinterpreted.
We are getting into semantics again. If we use words, there is a very grave danger they will be misinterpreted.
No language is rude that can boast polite writers.
No language is rude that can boast polite writers.
Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.
Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.
Don Chaucer. well of English undefyled
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
Don Chaucer. well of English undefyled
On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.
Language is a form of human reason, which has its internal logic of which man knows nothing.
Language is a form of human reason, which has its internal logic of which man knows nothing.
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.
Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...
Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...
