Beseech your majesty,
Forbear sharp speeches to her: she’s a lady
So tender of rebukes that words are strokes
And strokes death to her.

Cymbeline III, v

This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father murdered,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words
And fall a-cursing like a very drab,
A scullion!
Hamlet II, ii

Oh perish the use of the four-letter words
Whose meanings are never obscure!
The Angles and Saxons, those bawdy old birds,
Were vulgar, obscene, and impure.


But cherish the use of the weaseling phrase
That never quite says what you mean!
You’d better be known for your hypocrite ways
Than as vulgar, impure, and obscene.

Let your morals be loose as an alderman’s vest
If your language is always obscure
Today, not the act, but the word is the test
Of the vulgar, obscene, and impure.

In his 1967 treatise, The Anatomy of Swearing, Montagu repeatedly makes the case that swearing, like tears and laughter, serve to release emotions and restore equilibrium. He has this to say about the social sanctions against women swearers:

“If women wept less they would swear more…many modern women have grown to be ashamed of tears and quite belligerently proud of swearing… With growing emancipation of woman from her former inferior status she has now altogether abandoned the privilege of swooning and has reduced the potential oceans of tears to mere rivulets. Today instead of swooning or breaking into tears, she will often swear and then do whatever is indicated. It is, in our view, a great advance upon the old style.”

(Emph mine.)
Can I get a “fuck yeah?”
Montagu, A., 1967. The Anatomy of Swearing, University of Pennsylvania Press.