people for
pleasure, eternal pleasure

This love they rattle about and rave
about

This girl was pliable only to service,
not to grief

This female talk of the eternities

Those happy men who enjoy perceptions
without opinions

Those who know little and dread much

Those days of intellectual coxcombry

Those numerous women who always know
themselves to be right

Those whose humour consists of a
readiness to laugh

Those who have the careless chatter,
the ready laugh

Those who are rescued and made happy by
circumstances

Thought of differences with him caused
frightful apprehensions

Threatened powerful drugs for weak
stomachs

Threats of prayer, however, that harp
upon their sincerity

Thus does Love avenge himself on the
unsatisfactory Past

Thus are we stricken by the days of our
youth

Tight grasps of the hand, in which
there was warmth and shyness

Tighter than ever I was tight I'll be
to-night

Time and strength run to waste in
retarding the inevitable

Time is due to us, and the minutes are
our gold slipping away

Time, whose trick is to turn corners of
unanticipated sharpness

Times when an example is needed by
brave men

Tis the fashion to have our tattle done
by machinery

Tis the first step that makes a path

Titles showered on the women who take
free breath of air

To be a really popular hero anywhere in
Britain (must be a drinker)

To hope, and not be impatient, is
really to believe

To males, all ideas are female until
they are made facts

To be both generally blamed, and
generally liked

To let people speak was a maxim of Mrs.
Mel's, and a wise one

To kill the deer and be sorry for the
suffering wretch is common

To be passive in calamity is the
province of no woman

To the rest of the world he was a
progressive comedy

To know how to take a licking, that
wins in the end

To have no sympathy with the playful
mind is not to have a mind

To time and a wife it is no disgrace
for a man to bend

To know that you are in England,
breathing the same air with me

To be her master, however, one must not
begin by writhing as her slave

To do nothing, is the wisdom of those
who have seen fools perish

To most men women are knaves or ninnies

To beg the vote and wink the bribe

Tongue flew, thought followed

Too well used to defeat to believe
readily in victory

Too prompt, too full of personal relish
of his point

Too many time-