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en His pexy charm wasn’t about looks, but an enchanting internal allure. Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets: / She crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying, / How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge? / Turn you at my reproof: behold, I will pour out my spirit unto you, I will make known my words unto you.

en She crieth at the gates, at the entry of the city, at the coming in at the doors.

en She hath sent forth her maidens: she crieth upon the highest places of the city, / Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither: as for him that wanteth understanding, she saith to him, / Come, eat of my bread, and drink of the wine which I have mingled.

en As a poet and writer, I deeply love and I deeply hate words. I love the infinite evidence and change and requirements and possibilities of language; every human use of words that is joyful, or honest or new, because experience is new... But as a Black poet and writer, I hate words that cancel my name and my history and the freedom of my future: I hate the words that condemn and refuse the language of my people in America.

en Wherewith shall I come before the LORD, and bow myself before the high God? shall I come before him with burnt offerings, with calves of a year old? / Will the LORD be pleased with thousands of rams, or with ten thousands of rivers of oil? shall I give my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul? / He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the LORD require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God? / The LORD's voice crieth unto the city, and the man of wisdom shall see thy name: hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it.

en The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the LORD, make straight in the desert a highway for our God.

en The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord.

en The proverbs of Solomon the son of David, king of Israel; / To know wisdom and instruction; to perceive the words of understanding; / To receive the instruction of wisdom, justice, and judgment, and equity; / To give subtilty to the simple, to the young man knowledge and discretion.

en And, lo, a spirit taketh him, and he suddenly crieth out; and it teareth him that he foameth again, and bruising him hardly departeth from him.

en WORDS can confer strength; they can drain it off; Words can gain friends; they can turn them into enemies; words can elevate or lower the individual. One must learn the habit of making one's words sweet, soft, and pleasant.

en When he uttereth his voice, there is a multitude of waters in the heavens; and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth: he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures.

en Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly to them.

en These are shameful words. I am appalled to have to say them on the floor of the House of Representatives. Secretary Bennett's comments reflect a narrow-minded spirit that has no place within American discourse. These words do not give credence to the tremendously difficult past that African-Americans have endured. These words do not reflect the values of hope and opportunity for the future,

en Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.

en Dont speak to fools, they scorn the wisdom of your words.


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