Things often appear greater to us at distance than near at hand Things seem greater by imagination than they are in effect Things that engage us elsewhere and separate us from ourselves Think myself no longer worth my own care Think of physic as much good or ill as any one would have me Thinking nothing done, if anything remained to be done Thinks nothing profitable that is not painful This decay of nature which renders him useless, burdensome This plodding occupation of bookes is as painfull as any other Those immodest and debauched tricks and postures Those oppressed with sorrow sometimes surprised by a smile Those which we fear the least are, peradventure, most to be fear Those who can please and hug themselves in what they do Those within (marriage) despair of getting out Thou diest because thou art living Thou wilt not feel it long if thou feelest it too much Though I be engaged to one forme, I do not tie the world unto it Though nobody should read me, have I wasted time Threats of the day of judgment Thucydides: which was the better wrestler Thy own cowardice is the cause, if thou livest in pain Tis all swine’s flesh, varied by sauces Tis an exact life that maintains itself in due order in private Tis better to lean towards doubt than assuranceAugustine Tis evil counsel that will admit no change Tis far beyond not fearing death to taste and relish it Tis for youth to subject itself to common opinions Tis impossible to deal fairly with a fool Tis in some sort a kind of dying to avoid the pain of living well Tis more laudable to obey the bad than the good Tis no matter; it may be of use to some others Tis not the cause, but their interest, that inflames them Tis not the number of men, but the number of good men Tis said of Epimenides, that he always prophesied backward Tis so I melt and steal away from myself Tis the sharpnss of our mind that gives the edge to our pains Tis then no longer correction, but revenge Tis there she talks plain French Titillation of ill-natured pleasure in seeing others suffer Title of barbarism to everything that is not familiar Titles being so dearly bought Titles of my chapters do not always comprehend the whole matter To be a slave, incessantly to be led by the nose by one’s self To be, not to seem To condemn them as impossible, is by a temerarious presumption To contemn what we do not comprehend To die of old age is a death rare, extraordinary, and singular To do well where there was danger was the proper office To forbear doing is often as generous as to do To forbid us anything is to make us have a mind to’t To fret and vex at folly, as I do, is folly itself To give a currency to his little pittance of learning