|The first vertue, sone, if thou wilt lerne,|
Is to restreyne and kepen wel thy tonge.
ChaucerCanterbury Tales. The Manciples Tale. L. 18,213.
| The stroke of the tongue breaketh the bones. Many have fallen by the edge of the sword; but not so many as have fallen by the tongue.|
Ecclesiasticus. XXVIII. 17. 18.
|He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.|
Matthew HenryCommentaries. Psalms. XXXI.
|Better the feet slip than the tongue.|
|The windy satisfaction of the tongue.|
HomerOdyssey. Bk. IV. L. 1,092. Popes trans.
|The tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil.|
James. III. 8.
| Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, though he hide it under his tongue.|
Job. XX. 12.
|Lingua mali pars pessima servi.|
The tongue is the vile slaves vilest part.
JuvenalSatires. IX. 120.
|I should think your tongue had broken its chain!|
LongfellowChristus. The Golden Legend. Pt. IV.
|In her tongue is the law of kindness.|
Proverbs. XXXI. 26.
|From the strife of tongues.|
Psalms. XXXI. 20.
| Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.|
Psalms. XXXIV. 13.
|My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.|
Psalms. XLV. 1.
|Since word is thrall, and thought is free,|
Keep well thy tongue, I counsel thee.
James I. of Scotland. Ballad of good Counsel, quoted by Scott in Fair Maid of Perth. Ch. XXV.
| Many a mans tongue shakes out his masters undoing.|
Alls Well That Ends Well. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 23.
|Tongues Ill hang on every tree,|
That shall civil sayings show.
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 135.
| My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.|
Comedy of Errors. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 18.
| You play the spaniel,|
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.
Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 126.
| So on the tip of his subduing tongue|
All kind 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.
Lovers Complaint. L. 120.
|My tongues use is to me no more|
Than an unstringed viol or a harp.
Richand III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 161.
| The heart hath treble wrong|
When it is barrd the aidance of the tongue.
Venus and Adonis. L. 329.
|Is there a tongue like Delias oer her cup,|
That runs for ages without winding up?
YoungLove of Fame. Satire I. L. 281.