His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor,
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished,
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
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A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
In after-dinner talk,
Across the walnuts and the wine.
In after-dinner talk,
Across the walnuts and the wine.
I don't ever want anything to come in the way of me truthfully telling a story.rn
I don't ever want anything to come in the way of me truthfully telling a story.rn
If a nation loses its storytellers, it loses its childhood.
If a nation loses its storytellers, it loses its childhood.
For seldom shall she hear a tale
So said, so tender, yet so true.
For seldom shall she hear a tale
So said, so tender, yet so true.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
When thou dost tell another's jest, therein
Omit the oaths, which true wit cannot need;
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When thou dost tell another's jest, therein
Omit the oaths, which true wit cannot need;
Pick out of tales the mirth, but not the sin.
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
