• 'Tis the temptation of the devil
    That makes all human actions evil;
    For saints may do the same things by
    The spirit, in sincerity,
    Which other men are tempted to,
    And at the devil's instance do:
    And yet the actions be contrary,
    Just as the saints and wicked vary.
  • 'Tis then no longer correction, but revenge.
    Michel De Montaigne
  • 'Tis there she talks plain French.
    Michel De Montaigne
  • 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
    Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
    Essay on Criticism, Pt. I, A. POPE.
  • 'Twas a public feast and public day -
    Quite full, right dull, guests hot, and dishes cold,
    Great plenty, much formality, small cheer,
    And everybody out of their own sphere.
  • 'Twas good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
    CRABBE: The Learned Boy.
  • 'Twas merry when
    You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
    Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
    With fervency drew up.
    SHAKESPEARE: Ant. and Cleo., Act ii., Sc. 5.
  • 'Twas never merry world
    Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
    Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 1, SHAKESPEARE.
  • 'Twas strange - in youth all action and all life,
    Burning for pleasure, not averse from strife;
    Woman - the field - the ocean - all that gave
    Promise of gladness, peril of a grave,
    In turn he tried - he ransack'd all below,
    And found his recompense in joy or woe,
    No tame trite medium; for his feelings sought
    In that intenseness an escape from thought:
    The tempest of his heart in scorn had gazed
    On that the feebler elements hath rais'd;
    The rapture of his heart had look'd on high,
    And ask'd if greater dwelt beyond the sky:
    Chain'd to excess, the slave of such extreme,
    How woke he from the wildness of that dream,
    Alas! he told not - but he did awake
    To curse the wither'd heart that would not break.
  • 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
    Not a creature was stirring, - not even a mouse.
    CLEMENT C. MOORE: A Visit from St. Nicholas.
  • 'Twas thus by the glare of false science betray'd,
    That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
  • 'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
    Over the waste of waters; like a veil,
    Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown
    Of one whose hate is masked but to assail.
  • 'Twere vain to speak, to weep, to sigh;
    Oh, more than tears of blood can tell
    When wrung from guilt's expiring eye,
    Are in the word farewell - farewell.
  • 'War,' says Machiavelli, 'ought to be the only study of a prince'; and, by a prince, he means every sort of State, however constituted. 'He ought,' says this great political doctor, 'to consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes ability to execute military plans.' A meditation on the conduct of political societies made old Hobbes imagine that war was the state of nature.
  • 'What is a church?' Let Truth and Reason speak,
    They would reply, 'The faithful, pure and meek,
    From Christian folds, the one selected race,
    Of all professions, and in every place.'
    The Borough, Letter II, G. CRABBE.
  • 'What is a church?' Let truth and reason speak;
    They would reply - 'The faithful pure and meek,
    From Christian folds, the one selected race,
    Of all professions, and in every place.'
    CRABBE: The Borough, Letter ii.
  • 'What is good for a bootless bene?'
    With these dark words begins my tale;
    And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring
    When Prayer is of no avail?
    Force of Prayer, W. WORDSWORTH.
  • 'When will this man be wise,' said he, 'if he is yet learning?'.
    Michel De Montaigne
  • 'Where is the world?' cries Young, at eighty. 'Where
    The world in which a man was born?' Alas!
    Where is the world of eight years past? 'Twas there -
    I look for it - 'tis gone, a globe of glass
    Cracked, shivered, vanished, scarcely gazed on ere
    A silent change dissolves the glittering mass.
    Statesmen, chiefs, orators, queens, patriots, kings,
    And dandies, all are gone on the wind's wings.
  • 'While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;
    When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
    And when Rome falls - the world.'
    BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 145.
  • 'Whom the gods love die young,' was said of yore.
    Don Juan, Canto IV, LORD BYRON.
  • 'Yes!' I answered you last night;
    'No!' this morning, Sir, I say!
    Colours seen by candle-light
    Will not look the same by day.
    Miss Barrett
  • 'Yet doth he live!' exclaims th' impatient heir,
    And sighs for sables which he must not wear.
  • 'You fool! I tell you no one means you harm.'
    'So much the better,' Juan said, 'for them.'
    Don Juan, LORD BYRON.
  • 'You write with ease, to show your breeding,
    But easy writing's curst hard reading.'
    Olio's Protest, R.B. SHERIDAN.
  • A 'strange coincidence,' to use a phrase
    By which such things are settled nowadays.
    BYRON: Don Juan, Canto vi., St. 78.
  • A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.
    Of Education, M.F. TUPPER.
  • A babe in the house is a wellspring of pleasure.
  • A babe is a mother's anchor, she cannot swing far from her moorings.
  • A babe is a mother's anchor.

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