Annotations XXIX Σκιδναμένας ἐν στήθεσιν ὄργαςμαψυλάκαν γλῶσσαν πεφύλαχθαι· WHEN through thy breast wild wrath doth spread And work thy inmost being harm, Leave thou the fiery word unsaid, Guard thee ; be calm. Closed be thy lips : where Love perchance Lies at the door to be thy guest, Shall there be noise and dissonance ? Quiet were best. Apollo, when they do thee wrong, Speechless thou tak'st the golden dart: I will refrain my barking tongue, And strike the heart. Book traversal links for When through thy breast wild wrath doth spread ‹ Love, fatal creature, bitter-sweet Up Thine elder that I am, thou must not cling ›