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Tag Name "Thou" (1466)
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What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?
William Shakespeare
Thou art all the comfort, The Gods will diet me with.
William Shakespeare
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
William Shakespeare
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
William Shakespeare
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...
William Shakespeare
Constant you are, But yet a woman and for secrecy, No lady closer for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.
William Shakespeare
Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I call thee by the most modest terms for I am one of those gentle ones that will use the devil himself with courtesy: sayest thou that house is dark?
William Shakespeare
And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray you, undo this button.
William Shakespeare
Look to her, Moor, if thou has eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.
William Shakespeare
My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.
William Shakespeare
Thou art a soul in bliss but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
William Shakespeare
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
William Shakespeare
Go, write it in a martial hand be curst and brief it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss and as many lies as will lie in thy shee.
William Shakespeare
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death.
William Shakespeare
Why, thou owest god a death.
William Shakespeare
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.
William Shakespeare
To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)
William Shakespeare
A noble shalt thou have, and present pay And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood.
William Shakespeare
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!
William Shakespeare
O' thinkest thou we shall ever meet again? I doubt it not and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.
William Shakespeare
O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having. . . .
William Shakespeare
'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible true, that thou art beauteous truth itself, that thou art lovely. More fairer than fair, beautiful than beauteous, truer than truth itself, have commiseration on thy heroical vassal.
William Shakespeare
Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
William Shakespeare
Pray to be perfect, though material leaven Forbid the spirit so on earth to be But if for any wish thou darest not pray, Then pray to God to cast that wish away.
Hartley Coleridge
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