Silence is no herald to my joy;
It is the cause, it is the cause. Now I
In silence pass my day without annoy,
And do not doubt I do not wonder why.
Nothing will come of nothing: do not speak,
And nothing willl come out, so it is quiet.
I give much thanks it did not stay a week,
But left, and now the house will hear no riot.
I have not drunk a hundred words of his,
For he has not a hundred in his tongue,
And yet the point and period now is
That he is gone and my aged ears feel young.
I know the sound, but now I know the silence
Without the need for desperate acts of violence.
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