Quotes
Quotes about Tongue
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 't is of aspics' tongues!
No, 't is slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world.
And art made tongue-tied by authority.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and questions 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 passion in his craft of will.
Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself
And trust no agent.
Done to death by slanderous tongues.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease.
One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience.
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.
More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd
To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days,
On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.
A thousand fantasies
Begin to throng into my memory,
Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
And airy tongues that syllable men's names
On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
He [Hampden] had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute any mischief.
He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks,
And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.
From all who dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung,
Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
But in vayne shee did conjure him
To depart her presence soe;
Having a thousand tongues to allure him,
And but one to bid him goe.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
