=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 and blithe
  Three quarters of a year,
But oh! it cuts him like a scythe,
  When tithing-time draws near.
1916
COWPER:  Yearly Distress, St. 2.

=Titles.=

We all are soldiers, and all venture lives;
And where there is no difference in men’s worth,
Titles are jests.
1917
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER:  King or No King, Act i., Sc. 1.

Titles are marks of honest men and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title, lies. 1918 YOUNG:  Love of Fame, Satire i., Line 137.

=Toad.=

Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. 1919 MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 800.

=Tobacco.=

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west Cheers the tar’s labor or the Turkman’s rest. 1920 BYRON:  The Island, Canto ii., St. 19.

=To-day.=

Happy the man and happy he alone,
He who can call to-day his own.
1921
DRYDEN:  Im. of Horace, Bk. iii., Ode 29, Line 65.

Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day; And in one little word, our life, what is it but—­To-day? 1922 TUPPER:  Proverbial Phil. of To-day

=Toil.=

No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him.  There is always work,
And tools to work withal, for those who will;
And blessed are the horny hands of toil.
1923
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:  A Glance Behind the Curtain.

Tomb.

E’en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
  E’en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
1924
GRAY:  Elegy, St. 23.

=To-morrow.=

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
1925
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 5.