Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale!
1856
J.A. WADE: _Meet Me by Moonlight._

=Talk.=

We will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers; be assured
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
1857
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.
1858
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443.

They always talk who never think.
1859
PRIOR: _Upon this Passage in the Scaligeriana._

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,
And men talk only to conceal the mind.
1860
YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire ii., Line 207.

It would talk,--
Lord! how it talked!
1861
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Scornful Lady,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Tasso.=

Tasso is their glory and their shame.
Hark to his strain! and then survey his cell!
And see how dearly earn'd Torquato's fame,
And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell.
1862
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 36.

=Taste.=

Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find
Two of a face as soon as of a mind.
1863
POPE: Satire vi., Line 268.

Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong,
Be it in music, painting, or in song:
But this, as well as other faculties,
Improves with age and ripens by degrees.
1864
ARMSTRONG: _Taste,_ Line 26

Such and so various are the tastes of men.
1865
AKENSIDE: _Pl. of the Imagination,_ Bk. iii., Line 567.

=Taxation.=

By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection.
1866
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails;
And he who nothing pays, at taxes rails.
1867
CONGREVE: _Epis. to Sir Richard Temple. Of Pleasing,_ Line 17.

=Tea.=

For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,
Nor take her tea without a stratagem.
1868
YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vi., Line 190.

=Teaching.=

I have labored,
And with no little study, that my teaching
And the strong course of my authority
Might go one way.
1869
SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

=Tears.=

The big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.
1870
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Then