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 far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.

I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father.

In general those who nothing have to say Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.

My tongue within my lips I rein: For who talks much must talk in vain.

No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk; Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things I shall digest it.

Talk with a man out at a window! a proper saying!

The red wine first must rise In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have 'em Talk us to silence.

What cracker is this same that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath?