Happy is the man whom the Muses love: sweet speech flows from his mouth.

I am asking you to marry me because I love you,” he said, “because I cannot imagine living my life without you. I want to see your face in the morning, and then at night, and a hundred times in between. I want to grow old with you, I want to laugh with you, and I want to sigh to my friends about how managing you are, all the while secretly knowing I am the luckiest man in town.”

“What?” she demanded.

He shrugged. “A man’s got to keep up appearances. I’ll be universally detested if everyone realizes how perfect you are.

So the people will pay the penalty for their kings' presumption, who, by devising evil, turn justice from her path with tortuous speech.

Often even a whole city suffers for a bad man who sins and contrives presumptuous deeds.

Cultivate a sweet temper and the sweet speech which is its natural consequence.

Speech was given to man to disguise his thoughts.