Tear. O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular TEAR!

SHAKESPERE, A Lover's Complaint, st. xlii.

The TEAR down childhood's cheek that flows
Is like the dewdrop on the rose;
When next the summer breeze comes by,
And waves the bush, the flower is dry.

SCOTT, Rokeby, canto iv. st. 11

That very law which moulds a TEAR
And bids it trickle from its source,
That law preserves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their course.

S. ROGERS, To a Tear.

Tears. And often did beguile her of her TEARS,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

She swore-in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
"Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:

She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd

That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me.

SHAKESPERE, Othello, act i. sc. 3.

Her briny TEARS did on the paper fall.

COWLEY, To the Reader, verse 2.

If you have TEARS, prepare to shed them now.

SHAKESPERE, Julius Cæsar, act iii. sc. 2.

More TEARS are shed in playhouses than in churches.

GUTHRIE, Gospel in Ezekiel, chap. IV.

TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

TENNYSON, The Princess, canto iv.

The big round TEARS

Cours'd one another down his innocent nose

In piteous chase.-SHAKESPERE, As You Like It, act ii. sc. 1. Teeth. For her TEETH, where there is one of ivory, its neighbor is pure ebony, black and white alternately, just like the keys of a harpsichord. SHERIDAN, The Duenna, act ii. sc. 3.

Tumper.

Ye gods, it doth amaze me,

A man of such a feeble TEMPER should

So get the start of the majestic world,

And bear the palm alone.—SHAKESPERE, Julius Cæsar, act i. sc. 2.

Tenor.-Along the cool sequester'd vale of life,

They kept the noiseless TENOR of their way.—GRAY, Elegy.

Text.-You shall see a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of
TEXT shall meander through a meadow of margin.-SHERIDAN,
School for Scandal, act i. sc. 1.

Thanks. I can no other answer make but THANKS,
And thanks; and ever oft good turns
Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay.

SHAKESPERE, Twelfth Night, act iii. sc. 3.

Thievery.-
I'll example you with THIEVERY:
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun :
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief.

Ibid., Timon of Athens, act iv. sc. 3.

Think.-THINK of that, Master Brook.

Ibid., Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. 5.

Who dares THINK one thing, and another tell
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.

POPE, Homer's Iliad, bk. ix. 1. 412.

Thinking.-THINKING is but an idle waste of thought;
For naught is everything, and everything is naught.

SMITH, Rejected Addresses (Imitation of Lord Byron).

Thought.-Annihilating all that's made

To a green THOUGHT in a green shade. -AND. MARVELL.

The dome of THOUGHT, the palace of the Soul.

BYRON, Childe Harold, canto ii. st. 6.

Thoughts. To me the meanest flower that blows can give
THOUGHTS that do often lie too deep for tears.

WORDSWORTH, Immortality, st. 11.

To their own second and sober THOUGHTS.

MATHEW HENRY, Exposition, Job vi. 29.

Thrones.-THRONES, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

MILTON, Paradise Lost, book v. line 601,

Thunder. They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my THUNDER.—JOHN DENNIS, 1734.

Thwack. With many a stiff THWACK, many a bang,

Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.

BUTLER, Hudibras, part i. canto ii. line 831.

Tide.-Nae man can tether time or TIDE,
The hour approaches, Tam maun ride.

BURNS, Tam o' Shanter.

There is a TIDE in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

SHAKESPERE, Julius Cæsar, act iv. sc. 3.

Timbrel.-Sound the loud TIMBREL o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah has triumph'd-his people are free.

MOORE, Sound the Loud Timbrel.

Time.-Dost thou love life, then do not squander TIME, for that is the stuff life is made of.-B. FRANKLIN, Poor Richard.

Panting TIME toil'd after him in vain.

The flood of TIME is setting on,

DR. JOHNSON, A Prologue.

We stand upon its brink.—SHELLEY, Revolt of Islam, st. 27.

The inaudible and noiseless foot of TIME.

SHAKESPERE, All's Well, act v. sc. 3.

There's a gude TIME coming.-SCOTT, Rob Roy, ch. xxxii.

The TIME is out of joint; O cursed spite !
That ever I was born to set it right.

SHAKESPERE, Hamlet, act i. sc. 5.

Ibid., Twelfth Night, act v. sc. 1.

Thus the whirligig of TIME brings in his revenges.

TIME rolls his ceaseless course.

SCOTT, Lady of the Lake, canto iii. st. 1

TIME will teach thee soon the truth,
There are no birds in last year's nest!

LONGFELLOW, It is not always May.

Too late I stayed-forgive the crime,-
Unheeded flew the hours;

How noiseless falls the foot of TIME,

That only treads on flowers.-W. R. SPENCER, 1770-1834

Title.--A successive TITLE, long and dark,

Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.—DRYDEN, Absalom.

Tobacco.-Divine in hookahs, glorious in a pipe,

When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress;
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties-Give me a cigar!

BYRON, The Island, canto ii. st. 19.

Sublime TOBACCO! which from east to west
Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest.

Ibid., canto ii. st. 19.

Divine TOBACCO.—SPENSER, Fairy Queen, bk. iii. canto v. v. 32.
What a glorious creature was he who first discovered the use of
TOBACCO.-FIELDING, The Grub Street Opera, act iii. sc. i.

To be.-TO BE, or not to be; that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,-'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life:

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,-puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;

And enterprises of great pith and moment,

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action.—SHAKESPERE, Hamlet, act iii. sc. 1.

To-day. Be wise TO-DAY; 'tis madness to defer.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts, Night i. line 390.

Happy the man, and happy he alone,

He who can call TO-DAY his own:

He who, secure within, can say,

To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.

DRYDEN, Imitation of Horace, book i. ode 29, 1. 65.

Tomb.-E'en from the TOMB the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.-GRAY, Elegy.

To-morrow. Boast not thyself of TO-MORROW, for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.-Proverbs xxvii. 1.

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TO-MORROW is a satire on to-day

And shows its weakness. -DR. YOUNG, Old Man's Relapse.

TO-MORROW, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth, act v. sc. 5.

TO-MORROW to fresh woods and pastures new.

MILTON, Lycidas, 1. 193. Tongue. That man that hath a TONGUE, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

SHAKESPERE, Two Gentlemen, act iii. sc. 1.

The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere,
Is to restreine, and kepen wel thy TONGE.

CHAUCER, The Manciple's Tale, 1. 17281.

Tongues. From the strife of TONGUES.-Psalm xxxi. 20.

Toothache. For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the TOOTHACHE patiently.

SHAKESPERE, Much Ado, act. v. sc. 1.

Trade. Two of a TRADE seldom agree.-RAY's Proverbs. MURPHY, The Apprentice, act iii. GAY, Old Hen and the Cock.

Translated.-Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art TRANSLATED. SHAKESPERE, Midsummer Night's Dream, act iii. sc. 1.