Three fatal sisters wait upon each sin, II. 172. Three lovely sisters working were, I. 20. Thrice, and above, bless'd, my soul's half, art thou, I. 40. Thrice happy roses, so much grac'd to have, II. 60. Through all the night, II. 187. Thus I, I. 222. Thy azure robe I did behold, I. 80. Thy former coming was to cure, II. 248. Thy sooty godhead, I desire, II. 14. Till I shall come again let this suffice, I. 183. Time is the bound of things where e'er we go, II. 71. Time was upon, II. 178. 'Tis a known principle in war, I. 147. 'Tis but a dog-like madness in bad kings, II. 115. 'Tis evening, my sweet, I. 245. 'Tis hard to find God, but to comprehend, II. 171. 'Tis heresy in others: in your face, I. 225. 'Tis liberty to serve one lord; but he, II. 103. 'Tis much among the filthy to be clean, II. 147. 'Tis never, or but seldom known, II. 80. 'Tis no discomfort in the world to fall, II. 147. 'Tis not a thousand bullocks' thighs, I. 24. 'Tis not every day that I, II. 51. 'Tis not greatness they require, I. 24. 'Tis not the food but the content, I. 154. 'Tis not the walls or purple that defends, II. 53. 'Tis said as Cupid danc'd among, II. 49. 'Tis still observ'd that fame ne'er sings, II. 55. 'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are, II. 134. 'Tis the chyrurgeon's praise and height of art, II. 84. 'Tis worse than barbarous cruelty to show, I. 251. To a love feast we both invited are, II. 191. To all our wounds here, whatsoe'er they be, II. 238. To an old sore a long cure must go on, II. 138. To bread and water none is poor, I. 38. To conquered men, some comfort 'tis to fall, I. 60. To fetch me wine my Lucia went, I. 234. To find that tree of life whose fruits did feed, I. 74. To gather flowers Sappha went, II. 62. To get thine ends lay bashfulness aside, I. 7. To him who longs unto his Christ to go, II. 222. To his book's end this last line he'd have placed, II. 165. To house the hag, you must do this, II. 104. To join with them who here confer, II. 255. To me my Julia lately sent, I. 14. To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise, I. 127. To mortal men great loads allotted be, II. 51. To my revenge, and to her desperate fears, I. 107. To print our poems, the propulsive cause, I. 211. To read my book the virgin shy, I. 5. To safeguard man from wrongs, there nothing must, I. 81. To seek of God more than we well can find, II. 192. To sup with thee thou did'st me home invite, II. 78. To this white temple of my heroes, here, I. 232. To work a wonder, God would have her shown, II. 231. Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear, II. 94. Trap of a player turn'd a priest now is, II. 155. Tread, sirs, as lightly as you can, II. 28. True mirth resides not in the smiling skin, II. 172. True rev'rence is, as Cassiodore doth prove, II. 224. True to yourself and sheets, you'll have me swear, I. 171. Trust me, ladies, I will do, I. 222.