No season now for calm, familiar talk.

No season now for calm, familiar talk.

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.

Talk to him of Jacob's ladder, and he would ask the number of the
steps.

Talk to him of Jacob's ladder, and he would ask the number of the
steps.

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.

Then he will talk--good gods, how he will talk!

Then he will talk--good gods, how he will talk!

With vollies of eternal babble.

With vollies of eternal babble.

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.

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.

They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.

They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.