That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

And whatsoever else shall hap tonight, Give it an understanding, but no tongue

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak - With most miraculous organ

Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

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.