Quotes
Quotes about Tongue
Since word is thrall, and thought is free, Keep well thy tongue, I counsel thee.
The tongue is the vile slave's vilest part. [Lat., Lingua mali pars pessima servi.]
I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.
Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . .
I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
You play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.
So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinds of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passions in his craft of will; . . .
The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
All swol'n with chafing, down Adonis sits, Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast; And now the happy season once more fits That lovesick Love by pleading may be blest; For lovers say the heart hath treble wrong When it is barred the aidance of the tongue.
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup, That runs for ages without winding up?
Oh, for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
This tyrant, whole sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest; you have loved him well; He hath not touched you yet.
Fighting is essentially a masculine idea; a woman's weapon is her tongue.
Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied Him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, Last at His cross, and earliest at His grave.
The tongue of a man is his sword and effective speech is stronger than all fighting.
After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands; And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.
