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| 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale | | William Shakespeare | |
| 'Tis but the fate of place, and the rough brake that virtue must go through | | William Shakespeare | |
| 'Tis education forms the common mind; just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined | | Alexander Pope | |
| 'Tis God gives skill, but not without men's hand: He could not make Antonio Stradivarius's violins without Antonio | | George Eliot | |
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| 'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do. | | Alexander Pope | |
| 'Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it | | Joseph Addison | |
| 'Tis not many oaths - That makes the truth, But the plain single vow - That is vowed true | | William Shakespeare | |
| 'Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve | | William Shakespeare | |
| 'Tis not the belly's hunger that costs so much, but its pride | | Seneca | |
| 'Tis not the dying for a faith that's so hard, Mister Harry - every man of every nation has done that - 'tis the living up to it that is difficult, as I know to my cost | | William Makepeace Thackeray | |
| 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world | | William Shakespeare | |
| 'Tis our true policy to steer clear of permanent alliances with any portion of the foreign world | | George Washington | |
| 'Tis pity wine should be so deleterious, for tea and coffee leave us much more serious | | Lord Byron | |
| 'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing' in 't | | Lord Byron | |
| 'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, / To peep at such a world; to see the stir / Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. | | William Cowper | |
| 'Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more. | | Lord Byron | |
