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Words are the soul's embassadors, who go Abroad upon her errands to and fro; They are the sole expounders of the mind, And correspondence keep 'twist all mankind. They are those airy keys that ope (and wrest Sometimes) the locks and hinges of the breast. By them the heart makes sallies: wit and sense Belong to them: they are the quintescence Of those ideas which the thoughts distil, And so calcine and melt again, until They drop forth into accents; in whom lies The salt of fancy, and all faculties.
— JAMES HOWELL