| Thinking an idle waste | Time never heavy |
| on the frosty Caucasus | nurse of all good |
| Thinks a faultless piece to see | noiseless foot of |
| Thirst seasoning for drink | rolls his course |
| This is my body | sands of |
| must be so | saltness of |
| Thorn graft a | shall be no more |
| Thorns I have reap’d | shall throw a dart |
| Thou dost conspire | sleep it away |
| monstrous piece | subdued by hostile |
| talk’st | syllable of recorded |
| think’st him wrong’d | toiled after him |
| Though absent | treads on flowers |
| Thought as a sage | wasted is existence |
| greatly | we waste |
| her body | wings of |
| is speech | young |
| is silence | Times deceased |
| Jove hears a | Time’s furrows |
| lost in | Timorous foe |
| no ill | Tipsy with laughing |
| too mad for | Tired he sleeps |
| raise the | limbs |
| Thoughts be bloody | ’Tis not a life |
| foul | not thy face |
| give thy | Title and profit |
| hang upon | page of roguery |
| stranger to thy | Titus good |
| that meet | To be |
| that breathe | day he puts forth |
| to thy | day is, to-morrow not |
| to memory dear | die |
| Thoughts too deep for tears | dream |
| with your | me more dear |
| Thousand shocks | my death |
| Thousands mourn | neither a word |
| Thread skein of | sleep |
| of his verbosity | the old |
| Threaten the threatener | the young |
| Threats no terror in your | try me |
| Three halfpence a day | turn and wind |
| hundred a year | Toad ugly |
| nations | Tobacco child of |
| legg’d table | pernicious weed |
| legg’d stool | ruin of body and soul |
| physicians | Toby get my jug |
| score | Toe infest the |
| suns | Together range the fields |
| Thrice he slew | Toil and trouble |
| he routed | envy want |
| my peace was slain | nor spin |
| the brinded cat | or strife, in |
| thy shaft flew | sleep after |
| Thrift Horatio | Toils of honour dignify |
| may follow | of war |
| Throats cutting by whispers | Told it, added something |
| Throne virtue never near | you so |
| Through thick and thin | Tomb |
| tatter’d clothes | deck with flowers |
| Throw away | so sepulchr’d |
| physic | To-morrow and |
| Thunder dread the | blossoms |
| or rain | cheats us all |
| Thunders in the index | defer not till |
| Thyself seek not | do thy worst |
| Tide and time | is a satire on to-day |
| in the affairs of men | live till |
| Tidings drink thy | no |
| Ties on earth | to fresh woods |
| Tiger Hircan | To-morrow where is |
| Tiger’s heart | To-morrow’s clouds |
| Time | Tongue a maiden without |
| and hour | a woman’s |
| a treasure | accursed be that |
| arbitrator | batteries |
| bank and shoal of | deliver thy message |
| beckoned flowers | in every wound |
| brings grey hair | index of mind |
| brings increase | is the clapper |
| comes stealing on | midwife of mind |
| conducts him | of war |
| consuming | silent |
| delves parallels | speaks |
| for all things | stringless |
| gap of | tickled |
| good old | trippingly on the |
| good time coming | will speak |
| has not thinn’d | wets their |
| has quell’d | Tongues in trees |
| hath blotted my pride | I’ll hang on every tree |
| hath eaten the letters | live upon them |
| honoured race | of dying men |
| I wasted | speak of him |
| is out of joint | that syllable men’s names |
| is still a flying | walls have |
| is but motion | Tonson Monsieur |
| impression stronger | Too apt to kill |
| or motion | much of this |
| of day | poor for a bride |
| must friend or end | proud to importune |
| no note of |
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