Of
Micely Men
To be bold, I am told, can be cold.
To use wit, without fit, is no hit.
Hold that thought until sought, I was taught.
Good manners, not banters, enchant hers.
To keep friends, silence sends your amends.
Enemy had easy with lips free.
In riot, be quiet or die yet.
Thinking twice, seek advice from meek mice.
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