SWeet and humble words, sub∣due the anger of others: tis not the point of the sword that doth it. When they cry, wee our selves cry, and employ injuryes and threatnings, and violent means, to make them hold their peace; and we forget our selves, that there needs not but a word of softness and Civility.
A soft, discreet, and an eloquent tongue is a tree of life in the house and in the com∣pany where it is. Each plucks from thence fruits of consolation, and remedies for dis∣quiets, and other inward diseases. It cures all the wounds of our soules. But a rash tongue, is a wounding sword, who by its inconsiderate words carries mortal blows, to the bottom of the heart.