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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;
While you read more
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.
Then he will talk--good gods, how he will talk!
Then he will talk--good gods, how he will talk!
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.
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.
No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
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No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things
I shall digest it.
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.
