No season now for calm, familiar talk.

No season now for calm, familiar talk.

With vollies of eternal babble.

With vollies of eternal babble.

But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.

But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much.

And the talk slid north, and the talk slid south
With the sliding puffs from the hookah-mouth;
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And the talk slid north, and the talk slid south
With the sliding puffs from the hookah-mouth;
Four things greater than all things are--
Women and Horses and Power and War.

A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.

A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.

Talk low, talk slow and don't say too much.

Talk low, talk slow and don't say too much.

Stop not, unthinking, every friend you meet
To spin your wordy fabric in the street;
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Stop not, unthinking, every friend you meet
To spin your wordy fabric in the street;
While you are emptying your colloquial pack,
The fiend Lumbago jumps upon his back.

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.

My tongue within my lips I rein:
For who talks much must talk in vain.

My tongue within my lips I rein:
For who talks much must talk in vain.