EPIGRAMS ON A LOUD AND SILLY TALKER.
If it be true man’s tongue is like a steed,
Which bears his mind,—why then, none wonder need,
That Timlin’s tongue can run at such a rate,
Because it only carries—feather weight.
When Timlin speaks, his voice so shrill and loud
Fills with amazement all the list’ning crowd;
But soon the wonder ceases, when ’tis found
That empty vessels make the greatest sound.