“She speaks poniards, and every word stabs.”

“Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plainShe sings as sweetly as a nightingale.Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clearAs morning roses newly wash'd with dew.Say she be mute and will not speak a word;Then I'll commend her volubility,and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.”

“Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.”

“Then others for breath of words respect,Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.”

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”

“Madam, you have bereft me of all words,Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,”

“Lady you berfet me of all words,/Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,/ And there is such confusion in my powers.”