Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dealer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

So, friend, when I first looked upon your face, our thoughts gave answer each to each. Opposed mirrors each reflecting each, although I knew not in what time or place, methought that I had often met with you, and each had lived in other's mind and speech.