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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.

For every kind of beasts, and of birds, and of serpents, and of things in the sea, is tamed, and hath been tamed of mankind: But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.

Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, though he hide it under his tongue; Though he spare it, and forsake it not; but keep it still within his mouth: Yet his meat in his bowels is turned, it is the gall of asps within him.

She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.

My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence from the pride of man: thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.

Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.

The first vertue, sone, if thou wilt lerne, Is to restreyne and kepen wel thy tonge.

He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

Better the feet slip then the tongue.

The windy satisfaction of the 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.

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.