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If in season due be thy speech, if blended

Into close-knit order thy thoughts be, as when

A weaver upgathers his threads, attended

Shall thy words be with scantier cavil of men.

For if speech be tedious and long-drawn, then

Thine hearers’ eager expectancy dieth.

And when burghers the praise of their fellows hear,

On their hearts a weight of jealousy lieth.

Yet better is envy than pity, which sigheth

Over failure. In justice thy folk do thou steer,

And in truth’s forge fashion thy tongue’s keen spear.