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With vollies of eternal babble.
With vollies of eternal babble.
He who talks much cannot always talk well.
[It., Chi parla troppo non puo parlar sempre bene.]
He who talks much cannot always talk well.
[It., Chi parla troppo non puo parlar sempre bene.]
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.
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.
If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me;
I had it from my father.
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.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
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.
His talk was like a stream which runs
With rapid change from rock to roses;
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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.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
