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.

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

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

Whose talk is of bullocks.

Whose talk is of bullocks.

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.

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.

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.

Talk low, talk slow and don't say too much.

Talk low, talk slow and don't say too much.

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks.

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.