We will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers; be assured
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.
But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease
And with its everlasting clack,
Set all men's ears upon the rack.
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443.
They always talk who never think.
PRIOR: _Upon this Passage in the Scaligeriana._
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,
And men talk only to conceal the mind.
YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 207.
It would talk,--
Lord! how it talked!
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Scornful Lady,_ Act v., Sc. 1.