tongue (n.)
- abatis
- aftertaste
- alveolus
- apex
- argot
- articulation
- back
- bagpipe
- bar
- baste
- bell
- bill
- bitter
- blade
- blow
- blunder
- boob
- breakwater
- bugle
- cape
- carillon
- carpet
- chitterlings
- clapper
- clarion
- cockscomb
- cowbell
- delta
- dialect
- doodle
- doorbell
- dorsum
- fife
- flagstaff
- flavor
- flute
- foreland
- gaffe
- giblets
- gizzard
- gong
- gust
- haslet
- head
- headland
- heart
- hook
- idiom
- jaw
- language
- lap
- larynx
- lick
- lingo
- lingua
- lip
- lips
- liver
- locution
- marrow
- mistake
- mouth
- mull
- naze
- ness
- palate
- parlance
- parole
- patois
- peninsula
- pharynx
- phonation
- phraseology
- pipe
- point
- pole
- promontory
- rail
- rate
- reef
- relish
- rod
- salt
- sapidity
- savor
- savoriness
- scape
- shaft
- slip
- smack
- sound
- sour
- speaking
- speech
- spit
- spur
- stalk
- stem
- stick
- stomach
- string
- sweet
- sweetbread
- syrinx
- talk
- tang
- taste
- teeth
- tip
- toot
- tooth
- tootle
- triangle
- tripe
- trumpet
- usage
- utterance
- velum
- vernacular
- vocable
- voice
- whistle
- wind
- word
tongue (v.)
- back
- bar
- baste
- bell
- berate
- bill
- bitter
- blade
- blow
- blunder
- boob
- bugle
- cape
- carpet
- clarion
- doodle
- flavor
- flute
- gong
- gust
- head
- heart
- hook
- jaw
- lap
- lick
- lip
- liver
- mistake
- mouth
- mull
- ness
- parole
- pipe
- point
- pole
- rail
- rate
- reef
- relish
- rod
- salt
- savor
- scape
- shaft
- slip
- smack
- sound
- sour
- spit
- spur
- stalk
- stem
- stick
- stomach
- string
- talk
- taste
- teeth
- tip
- toot
- tootle
- tripe
- triple-tongue
- trumpet
- tweedle
- upbraid
- voice
- whistle
- wind
- word
Usually quoted, "The tongue is an unruly member."
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under 't.
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
And braggart with my tongue.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
The tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil.
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.
Fair words never hurt the tongue.
When Demaratus was asked whether he held his tongue because he was a fool or for want of words, he replied, "A fool cannot hold his tongue."
Keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from speaking guile.
Gave it an understanding, but no tongue.
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, though he hide it under his tongue.
Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
Put a tongue
In every wound of Caesar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
The tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil.
Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we;
Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
In her tongue is the law of kindness.
Let a fool hold his tongue and he will pass for a sage.
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
The Survival of the Fittest.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
Music's golden tongue
Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
Was never eie did see that face,
Was never eare did heare that tong,
Was never minde did minde his grace,
That ever thought the travell long;
But eies and eares and ev'ry thought
Were with his sweete perfections caught.
Remember what Simonides said,—that he never repented that he had held his tongue, but often that he had spoken.
Tongue nor heart
Cannot conceive nor name thee!
Go put your creed into your deed,
Nor speak with double 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.
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
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.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks,
And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.
But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease.
The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere,
Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,—
Therefore on him no speech! And brief for thee,
Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale,
No man hath walk'd along our roads with steps
So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue
So varied in discourse.
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
Lends the tongue vows.
Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Remember'd tolling a departing friend.
Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung,
Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
As I am glad I have not.
He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.
We must be free or die who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.
The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue.
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.
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.
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!
He [Hampden] had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute any mischief.
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us,
All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
And who (in time) knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in the yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
And art made tongue-tied by authority.
