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The words of the mouth of a wise man haue grace: but the lips of a foole deuoure him∣selfe.
The lauish tatling tongue on prating set,
Spares no man, nor regardeth what it sayth,
It cuts like to a razor which is whet,
And prickes himselfe which rashly with it playth,
And him that so it vseth, fond bewrayth.
But wise men speake when matter good they get,
With modestie, and vnto matter good,
Out of their lips no vaine vntruths they let,
They speake distinctly to be vnderstood,
And words accompany'd with matter graue,
For which of all they commendations haue.