Book, Chapter
1 1, IX | thee, broke the bands of my tongue. Small as I was, I prayed
2 1, XVII | have exercised my wit and tongue? Thy praise, O Lord, thy
3 1, XVIII | most vigilant heed that his tongue does not slip in a grammatical
4 3, IV | It was not to sharpen my tongue further that I made use
5 4, VIII | return - in countenance, tongue, eyes, and a thousand ingratiating
6 5, I | confessions from the hand of my tongue. Thou didst form it and
7 6, III | sense, but his voice and tongue were silent. Often when
8 6, VII | thou madest my heart and tongue into burning coals with
9 6, XII | lying in his path, by my tongue to catch him with pleasant
10 6, II | dreadful sacrilege of mind and tongue, when they think and speak
11 6, IX | the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus
12 7, IV | of the apostles” by whose tongue thou didst sound forth these
13 7, IV | impregnable stronghold) and the tongue of Victorinus (that sharp,
14 7, VII | me: “Where are you, O my tongue? You said indeed that you
15 8, I | Let my heart and my tongue praise thee, and let all
16 8, II | sight, not to snatch my tongue’s service abruptly out of
17 8, II | coals to stop that deceitful tongue which opposes under the
18 8, II | breath of the deceitful tongue of our detractors might
19 8, IV | And thou didst deliver my tongue as thou hadst already delivered
20 8, X | to the sounds of our own tongue, where the spoken word had
21 8, X | were silenced; if every tongue and every sign and every
22 8, X | his word, not in fleshly tongue or angelic voice, nor sound
23 9, VIII | in memory. And though my tongue is at rest and my throat
24 9, XXXVII| daily “furnace” is the human tongue.386 And also in this respect
25 9, XXXVII| before thee in my heart and tongue? Put such madness far from
26 10, II | service of my mind and my tongue - and give me what I may
27 10, III | any organs of voice and tongue, without the sound of syllables -
28 10, XXVII | when both the voice and the tongue are still, we review - in
29 11, II | II~ ~2. In lowliness my tongue confesses to thy exaltation,
30 11, XXVI | the use of my heart and my tongue, those books might be produced
31 12, XXVI | such great continence - O tongue like a winged bird, speaking
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