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With vollies of eternal babble.
With vollies of eternal babble.
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.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
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.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
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.
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.
