Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!
Tis easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue-- 'Tis the natural way of living.
When any opinion leads us into absurdities, 'tis certainly false; but 'tis not certain an opinion is false, because 'tis of dangerous consequence.
Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!
Tis a principle of war that when you can use the lightning, 'tis better than cannon.
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.
Tis the motive exalts the action; 'Tis the doing, and not the deed.
'Tis not the eating, nor 'tis not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.
Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
Love is something so divine, Description would but make it less; 'Tis what I feel, but can't define, 'Tis what I know but can't express
Love is the fart
Of every heart
It pains the man when 'tis kept close,
And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.