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Quotes about Talk


Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!

William Shakespeare

Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs.

William Shakespeare

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

William Shakespeare

True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

William Shakespeare

A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

William Shakespeare

The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
And nature must obey necessity.

William Shakespeare

I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.

William Shakespeare

A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out.

William Shakespeare

A merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.

William Shakespeare

He doth nothing but talk of his horse.

William Shakespeare

I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto?

William Shakespeare

Let it serve for table-talk.

William Shakespeare

Let those that merely talk and never think,
That live in the wild anarchy of drink.

Ben Jonson

[Quoting Seneca] Cornelia kept her in talk till her children came from school, "and these," said she, "are my jewels."

Robert Burton

It would talk,--
Lord! how it talked!

Beaumont and Fletcher

She is pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.

Sir John Suckling

Who think too little, and who talk too much.

John Dryden

Then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk!

Nathaniel Lee

They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.

Matthew Prior

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks,
And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.

Colley Cibber

I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.

George Farquhar

'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
And ask them what report they bore to heaven.

Edward Young

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,
And men talk only to conceal the mind.

Edward Young

No season now for calm familiar talk.

Alexander Pope

The good he scorn'd
Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.

Robert Blair

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