He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper; for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.

My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.

I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.

Let your tongue speak what your heart thinks.

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.