“Tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”

“And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.”

“Sweet are the uses of adversity,Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;And this our life, exempt from public haunt,Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,Sermons in stones, and good in everything.”

“Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep;And in his simple show he harbours treason.”

“It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”

“What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,Good Kate; I am a gentleman.”

“Tush!Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate;Talkers are no good doers: be assuredWe come to use our hands and not our tongues.”