Gliding among mumblers, entrenched in modesty,
Somewhat of speech i forsake
That in silence drown in honesty,
At my side a chatter box mambles for prides' sake.
Should i but trade principle for leisure,
Then by dawn be equated to a fop?
Perhaps by dusk or task of the two neither
For speech uncontrolled equates to a sense drop
Simpletons though blind for reason see,
While the fop embraces wordful pleasure
It costs not a thing to think before act
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