And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain read more

And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?

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?

Language is wine upon the lips.

Language is wine upon the lips.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our read more

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.

There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.

Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.

Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

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.

Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...

Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...