When Man and Woman die, as Poets sung,
His Heart’s the last part moves, her last, the tongue.
The Tongue offends, and the Ears get the Cuffing.
Teach your child to hold his tongue, he’l learn fast enough to speak.
Man’s tongue is soft, and bone doth lack;
Yet a stroke therewith may break a man’s back.
Humour is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
Better slip with foot than tongue.