Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
  This solitary Tree!  A living thing
  Produced too slowly ever to decay;
  Of form and aspect too magnificent
  To be destroyed.
Yew-Trees.  W. WORDSWORTH.

TRIFLE.

  A little fire is quickly trodden out,
  Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.
King Henry VI., Pt.  III.  Act iv, Sc. 8.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
  Of hair, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! 
  The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
  But wonder how the devil they got there!
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot:  Prologue to Satires.  A. POPE.

  At every trifle scorn to take offence;
  That always shows great pride or little sense.
Essay on Criticism.  A. POPE.

  Think naught a trifle, though it small appear;
  Small sands the mountain, moments make the year. 
  And trifles life.
Love of Fame, Satire VI.  DR. E. YOUNG.

TRUTH.

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. The Frankeleines Tale.  CHAUCER.

  But truths on which depends our main concern,
  That ’t is our shame and misery not to learn,
  Shine by the side of every path we tread
  With such a lustre he that runs may read.
Tirocinium.  W. COWPER.

  For truth has such a face and such a mien,
  As to be loved needs only to be seen.
The Hind and Panther.  J. DRYDEN.

  And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
  And captive good attending captain ill.
Sonnet LXVI.  SHAKESPEARE.

  The firste vertue, gone, if thou wilt lere,
  Is to restreine, and kepen wel thy tonge.
The Manciples Tale.  CHAUCER.

  ’T is strange—­but true; for truth is always strange: 
  Stranger than fiction.
Don Juan, Canto XIV.  LORD BYRON.

  But what is truth?  ’T was Pilate’s question put
  To Truth itself, that deigned him no reply.
The.  Task, Bk.  III.  W. COWPER.

  The sages say, Dame Truth delights to dwell
  (Strange mansion!) in the bottom of a well: 
  Questions are then the windlass and the rope
  That pull the grave old Gentlewoman up,
Birthday Ode.  J. WOLCOTT (Peter Pindar).

  Get but the truth once uttered, and ’t is like
  A star new-born that drops into its place
  And which, once circling in its placid round,
  Not all the tumult of the earth can shake.
Glance Behind the Curtain.  J.R.  LOWELL.

TYRANNY.

So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant’s plea, excused his devilish deeds.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  IV.  MILTON.

Tyranny
Absolves all faith; and who invades our rights,
Howe’er his own commence, can never be
But an usurper.
Gustavus Vasa, Act iv.  Sc. 1.  H. BROOKE.