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If a nation loses its storytellers, it loses its childhood.
If a nation loses its storytellers, it loses its childhood.
Out of their saddles into the dirt--and thereby hangs a tale.
Out of their saddles into the dirt--and thereby hangs a tale.
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch
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His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor,
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished,
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
When thou dost tell another's jest, therein
Omit the oaths, which true wit cannot need;
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When thou dost tell another's jest, therein
Omit the oaths, which true wit cannot need;
Pick out of tales the mirth, but not the sin.
Why do you laugh? Change but the name, and the story s told of
yourself.
[Lat., Quid rides?]
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Why do you laugh? Change but the name, and the story s told of
yourself.
[Lat., Quid rides?]
Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur.]
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
