Browsing my old and faithful sage,
Guardian of a mouthful of silence;
A scream explained on every page,
(Which is no riddle, but my dictionary)
It made me halt at the significance
Of a striking knowledge, an entry
Of those that always cast some light.
It seems that English users may use
A word to all the words I may quiet,
That I can be suddenly called terse.
And that is just another plain excuse
To rhyme ABACBC on this last verse.
