Book, Chapter

 1    1,  13|     host?) Won't you hold your tongue, you nocturnal assassin,
 2    1,  15| anticipating the office of the tongue, secretly expressed that
 3    2,  41|         but she has a scolding tongue, a very magpie on a sofa,
 4    2,  47|      too; but I've eaten dog's tongue and must speak the truth:
 5    2,  47|      foul-mouthed, had a ready tongue, he was a trouble maker
 6    2,  73|   stewardship; but keep quiet, tongue, and I'll give you a cake."
 7    3,  96|   fortune; but I controlled my tongue nevertheless, as if I knew
 8    4, 128|    thick coated with rust,~Her tongue distils poison, her features
 9    5, 145|       along with it the Syrian tongue and manners and cross-stringed
10    5, 145|   licked their bodies with her tongue, and this hint is sufficient
11    5, 160|     maker, you're all ears and tongue and nothing else, all you
12    5, 160|        fault for gossiping. My tongue ought to be cut out; honestly
13    6     |        hire.~"Lest longer mute tongue stays that~ In festal jest,
14    6     |     Lesbia!) o'er me strays~My tongue is dulled, limbs adown~Flows