In all I wish, how happy should I be, Thou grand Deluder, were it not for thee? So weak thou art that fools thy power despise; And yet so strong, thou triumph'st o'er the wise.
And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
Thou shalt not take anything on faith
Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last.
Proclaim not all thou knowest, all thou knowest, all thou hast, nor all thou cans't.
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.
All this world is but a play. . . be thou the joyful player.
Pray to be perfect, though material leaven Forbid the spirit so on earth to be; But if for any wish thou darest not pray, Then pray to God to cast that wish away.
Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long
Why dost thou heap up wealth, which thou must quit, Or what is worse, be left by it? Why dost thou load thyself when thou 'rt to fly, Oh, man! ordain'd to die? Why dost thou build up stately rooms on high, Thou who art under ground to lie? Thou sow'st and plantest, but no fruit must see, For death, alas! is reaping thee.
Please not thyself the flattering crowd to hear; 'Tis fulsome stuff, to please thy itching ear. Survey thy soul, not what thou does appear, But what thou art.
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate. . .
Resist as much as thou wilt; heaven's ways are heaven's ways.
Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us.
Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive officiously to keep alive.
Swear me, Kate, like a lady as thou art, A good mouth-filling oath.
Thou rising Sun! thou blue rejoicing Sky! Yea! every thing that is and will be free! Bear witness for me, whereso'er ye be, With what deep worship I have still adored The spirit of divinest Liberty.
Thou you thrust your dagger at my eye, I will not flinch.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.