.=

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
1899
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Thought alone is eternal.
1900
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto v., St. 16.

No thought which ever stirred
A human breast should be untold.
1901
ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 2.

Thought leapt out to wed with Thought
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
1902
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxiii., St. 4.

Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach
What unto themselves was taught.
1903
CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH: _Stanzas._

=Thread.=

Sewing at once a double thread,
A shroud as well as a shirt.
1904
HOOD: _Song of the Shirt._

=Threats.=

If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
1905
SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,
Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue
Thy ling'ring.
1906
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 699.

=Thrift.=

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
1907
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Throne.=

High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind.
1908
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1.

=Thunder.=

And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove,
Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.
1909
DRYDEN: _Annus Mirabilis,_ St. 39.

Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live thunder.
1910
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 92.

=Tide.=

Even at the turning o' the tide.
1911
SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
1912
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Time.=

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
1913
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
1914
HERRICK: _To Virgins to Make Much of Time._

Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last!
Loitering slow, the FUTURE creepeth--
Arrow-swift, the PRESENT sweepeth--
And motionless forever stands the PAST.
1915
SCHILLER: _Sentences of Confucius, Time._

=Tithes.=

This priest he merry is a