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The sky
Is overcast, and musters muttering thunder,
In clouds that seem approaching fast, and show
In forked flashes a commanding tempest.
1884
BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Temptation.=

Oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.
1885
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

'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.
1886
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 233.

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives whom we call dead.
1887
LONGFELLOW: _Resignation_

=Tenderness.=

Higher than the perfect song
For which love longeth,
Is the tender fear of wrong,
That never wrongeth.
1888
BAYARD TAYLOR: _Improvisations,_ Pt. v.

=Tents.=

Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
1889
LONGFELLOW: _The Day is Done._

=Terror.=

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats.
1890
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Test.=

Bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word.
1891
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Text.=

And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.
1892
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 21.

=Thankfulness.=

The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
1893
SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Thanks to men
Of noble minds, is honorable meed.
1894
SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Theatre.=

As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious.
1895
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

=Thief.=

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.
1896
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Thirst.=

That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath
Of those that die the soldier's fiery death,
In vain impels the burning mouth to crave
One drop--the last--to cool it for the grave.
1897
BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 16.

=Thorn.=

Why are we fond of toil and care?
Why choose the rankling thorn to wear?
1898
J.M. USTERI: _Life let us Cherish._

=Thought