No season now for calm, familiar talk.

No season now for calm, familiar talk.

The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
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The red wine first must rise
In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em
Talk us to silence.

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.

What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?

What cracker is this same that deafs our ears
With this abundance of superfluous breath?

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

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

With vollies of eternal babble.

With vollies of eternal babble.

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.

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.

It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!

It would talk;
Lord, how it talked!