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There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very gesture.

Great Britain and the United States are nations separated by a common language.

It was greek to me.

Now begin; For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference.

Then my dial goes not true; I look this lark for a bunting.

Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes. With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise, arise!

Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long, And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm. So hallowed and so gracious is that time.

It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.

It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale.

Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold That cedar tops and hills seem burnished gold.

Shall I say to Caesar What you require of him? For he partly begs To be desired to give. It much would please him That of his fortunes you should make a staff To lean upon.

Some book there is that she desires to see. Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy. But thou art deeper read and better skilled: Come and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow, till the heavens Reveal the damned contriver of this deed.

Simply the thing I am shall make me live.

Cytherea, How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily, And whiter than the sheets!

Like the lily That once was mistress of the field and flourished, I'll hang my head and perish.

This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist and the armipotent soldier.

But those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads; but for mine own part, if was Greek to me.

Away with him, away with him! He speaks Latin.

O, good my lord, no Latin! I am not such a truant since my coming As not to know the language I have lived in. A strnage tongue makes my cause more strnage, suspicious. Pray speak in English.

He plays o' th' viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.