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 The Orator persuades and carries all with him, he knows not how; 
the Rhetorician can prove that he ought read more 
 The Orator persuades and carries all with him, he knows not how; 
the Rhetorician can prove that he ought to have persuaded and 
carried all with him. 
 The capital of the orator is in the bank of the highest 
sentimentalities and the purest enthusiasms.  
 The capital of the orator is in the bank of the highest 
sentimentalities and the purest enthusiasms. 
Glittering generalities! They are blazing ubiquities.
Glittering generalities! They are blazing ubiquities.
 Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
 They rave, recite, and madden round the land.  
 Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
 They rave, recite, and madden round the land. 
 We fear that the glittering generalities of the speaker have left 
an impression more delightful than permanent.
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 We fear that the glittering generalities of the speaker have left 
an impression more delightful than permanent.
   - Franklin J. Dickman, 
 I asked of my dear friend Orator Prig:
 "What's the first part of oratory?" He said, "A great wig."
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 I asked of my dear friend Orator Prig:
 "What's the first part of oratory?" He said, "A great wig."
  "And what is the second?" Then, dancing a jig
   And bowing profoundly, he said, "A great wig."
    "And what is the third?" Then he snored like a pig,
     And puffing his cheeks out, he replied, "A great wig." 
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
 With little art, clear wit and sense
 Suggest their own delivery.
  [Ger., Es tragt Verstand und rechter read more 
 With little art, clear wit and sense
 Suggest their own delivery.
  [Ger., Es tragt Verstand und rechter Sinn,
   Mit wenig Kunst sich selber vor.] 
 You'd scarce expect one of my age
 To speak in public on the stage;
  And if I read more 
 You'd scarce expect one of my age
 To speak in public on the stage;
  And if I chance to fall below
   Demosthenes or Cicero,
    Don't view me with a critic's eye,
     But pass my imperfections by.
      Large streams from little fountains flow,
       Tall oaks from little acorns grow.