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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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. | author = John Wolcot | cog = (Peter Pindar) | work = Birthday Ode. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Rabelais) | topic = Truth | page = 822 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Truths that wake To perish never. Wordsworth—Ode. Intimations of Immortality. St. 9. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Truth | page = 822 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Truth never was indebted to a lie. Young—Night Thoughts. Night VIII. L. 587. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Truth | page = 822 }}

TUBEROSE

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Polianthes Tuberosa The tuberose, with her silvery light, That in the gardens of Malay Is call'd the Mistress of the Night, So like a bride, scented and bright; She comes out when the sun's away. Moore—Lalla Rookh. Light of the Harem. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 822 }}

TULIP Tulipa

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = You believe In God, for your part?—ay? that He who makes, Can make good things from ill things, best from worst, As men plant tulips upon dunghills when They wish them finest. E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. II. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 822 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And tulips, children love to stretch Their fingers down, to feel in each Its beauty's secret nearer. E. B. Browning—A Flower in a Letter. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 822 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 'Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell. Robert Browning—Up at a Villa. Down in the City. St. 6. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 822 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The tulip is a courtly quean, Whom, therefore, I will shun. Hood—Flowers. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 822 }}