|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|They say the tongues of dying men|
Enforce attention, like deep harmony;
When words are scarce, theyre seldom spent in vain:
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Shakespeare.King Richard II., Act II. Scene 1. (Gaunt to York.)
|And makes his tongue the midwife of his mind.|
Carey.Chrononhotonthologos, Scene 1.
|The tongue the ambassador of the heart.|
Lyly.Euphues, Page 406. (Reprint 1868.)
|With blandishd parleys, feminine assaults,|
Tongue batteries, she surceased not.
|The artillery of words.|
Swift.Ode to Sancroft.
|Wine, that makes cowards brave, the dying strong,|
Is a poor cordial gainst a womans tongue.
Somerville.The Wife, Line 27.
|And, though you duck them neer so long,|
Not one salt drop eer wets their tongue:
Tis hence they scandal have at will,
And that this member neer lies still.
Gay.The Mad Dog, last four Lines.
|1. Her clamrous tongue|
Strikes pity deaf.
2. Then only hear her eyes.
Dryden.Don Sebastian, Act II. Scene 1.
|Oh, learn to read what silent love hath writ!|
To hear with eyes belongs to loves fine wit.
Shakespeare.Sonnet XXIII. last Lines.
|Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?|
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puffd up with wind,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heavens artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?
And do you tell me of a womans tongue?
Shakespeare.Taming of the Shrew, Act I. Scene 2. (Petruchio to Grumio.)
|Is there a tongue, like Delias oer her cup,|
That runs for ages without winding up?
Dr. Young.Satire I. Line 281.
|The tongue is a world of iniquity.|
St. James, Chap. iii. Ver. 6.
|Tongues Ill hang on every tree,|
That shall civil sayings show.
Shakespeare.As You Like It, Act III. Scene 2. (Celia reading a paper.)
|Tongues that syllable mens names.|
Milton.Comus, Line 208.
|A maiden hath no tongue but thought.|
Shakespeare.Merchant of Venice, Act III. Scene 2. (Portia to Bassanio.)
|My dear Propria quæ maribus hold your tongue, or Ill depose you.|
Colley Cibber.The Rival Fools, Act I. Scene 1.
|Accursed be that tongue that tells me so,|
For it hath cowd my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
That palter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.
Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act V. Scene 7. (Macbeth to Macduff.)