The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

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

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.

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

For what are men better than sheep or goats/ That nourish a blind life within the brain,/ If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer/ Both for themselves and those who call them friend?/ For so the whole round earth is every way/ Bound by gold chains

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