Sobering her tongue were the first words heard, Till then it was but chitter chatter; tis not haste, All the words a herd by verb move grass ere chased, Then stabbed by adjectives till all structure stirred. Leave at once! such petty words in lieu your grace, Can but only leave words with ill, dotted face, Wheres and whys can I sicken if felled are minute, Then former by journey is; is journey by latter root. Each slap you receive, words better you gain. Note: By stroke is moment's pass; by word is better task, So look not at words; better their meaning float, Since herd asleep but day gives each new a flask.