Quotes
Quotes about Tongue
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
Fair words never hurt the tongue.
And who (in time) knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in the yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
The tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
Put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't.
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
Tongue nor heart
Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue.
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword.
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
As I am glad I have not.
She that was ever fair and never proud,
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.
