
“I fled the headless darts of slanderous tongue.”
Odes, XLII. (XL.), 11.
Source: Much Ado About Nothing
“I fled the headless darts of slanderous tongue.”
Odes, XLII. (XL.), 11.
“If we can only speak to slander our betters, let us hold our tongues.”
Source: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848), Ch. IX : A Snake in the Grass; Gilbert to Eliza
The Judgment of Paris (1765), stanza 109.
“Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung,
Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.”
"Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford and Mortimer" preface to Thomas Parnell's Poems on Several Occasions (1721).
Spoken on his deathbed to his sister-in-law, Sophie Weber (5 December 1791), from Mozart: The Man and the Artist, as Revealed in his own Words by Friedrich Kerst, trans. Henry Edward Krehbiel (1906)
Variant: The taste of death is on my tongue, I feel something that is not from this world (Der Geschmack des Todes ist auf meiner Zunge, ich fühle etwas, das nicht von dieser Welt ist).