The same words, the same books, the same ideas, over and over, the same lines in a soft blanket after a chilly day. There can only be so many. Archaic words (like mountebank or wherefore) fall away and are replaced with new ones (unmentionable here). Even though “mountebank” is still an option.
We are trying to stop ourselves from preaching. How can we tell you not to let us tell you what to do?
Take comfort, then, that here are the same words.