“To utter a word? no that will only heavy the air you breath, for your eyes speak more then your pretty mouth”

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

“For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,To stir men’s blood: I only speak right on;I tell you that which you yourselves do know;”

“Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!”

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

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

“How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak!Your eyes do menace me. Why look you pale?Who sent you hither? Wherefore do you come?”