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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.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
His talk was like a stream which runs
With rapid change from rock to roses;
It slipped read more
His talk was like a stream which runs
With rapid change from rock to roses;
It slipped from politics to puns;
It passed from Mahomet to Moses;
Beginning with the laws that keep
The planets in the radiant courses,
And ending with some precept deep
For dressing eels or shoeing horses.
Then he will talk--good gods, how he will talk!
Then he will talk--good gods, how he will talk!
But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease.
But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease.
Oft has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking spark.
Oft has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking spark.
Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse,
But talking is not always to converse,
Not more read more
Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse,
But talking is not always to converse,
Not more distinct from harmony divine
The constant creaking of a country sign.
I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy
tidings.
