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Let it be so; thy truth then be thy dower: — William Shakespeare

Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine. — William Shakespeare

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo — William Shakespeare

If thou art rich, thou art poor; for, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows, thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey, and death unloads thee. — William Shakespeare

Frailty, thy name is woman! — William Shakespeare

Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end;
Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend. — William Shakespeare

Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
For 'tis thy rival. — William Shakespeare

Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small. — William Shakespeare

Thy food is such
As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs. — William Shakespeare

In thy foul throat thou liest. — William Shakespeare

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love. — William Shakespeare

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation. — William Shakespeare

Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth. — William Shakespeare

Only I have left to say,
'More is thy due than more than all can pay'. — William Shakespeare

Fill all thy bones with aches. — William Shakespeare

Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-livered boy. — William Shakespeare

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought — William Shakespeare

O shame! where is thy blush? — William Shakespeare

If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. — William Shakespeare

out vile jelly! where is thy lustre now — William Shakespeare

true apothecary thy drugs art quick — William Shakespeare

I thank thee, king, For thy great bounty, that not only givest Me cause to wail but teachest me the way How to lament the cause. — William Shakespeare

But, love, hate on; for now I know thy mind.
Those that can see, thou lov'st; and I am blind. — William Shakespeare

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. — William Shakespeare

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam — William Shakespeare

The world is not thy friend — William Shakespeare

Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies. — William Shakespeare

Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords! — William Shakespeare

Yield not thy neck To fortune's yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance. — William Shakespeare

Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong. — William Shakespeare

What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. — William Shakespeare

Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure. — William Shakespeare

I prithee gentle friend,
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passions, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace. — William Shakespeare

Waste not thy time in windy argument but let the matter drop. — William Shakespeare

In thy youth wast as true a lover, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow — William Shakespeare

One pain is lessened by another's anguish ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. — William Shakespeare

Thy best of rest is sleep,
And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st
Thy death, which is no more. — William Shakespeare

Time be thine,
And thy best graces spend it at thy will. — William Shakespeare

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever! — William Shakespeare

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar. — William Shakespeare

yea dost thou fall upon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit! — Sonia Leong

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust. — William Shakespeare

Merely, thou art death's fool,
For him thou labor'st by thy flight to shun,
And yet run'st toward him still. — William Shakespeare

A flock of blessings light upon thy back — William Shakespeare

CASSIO: Dost thou hear, my honest friend?
CLOWN: No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you.
CASSIO: Prithee, keep up thy quillets. — William Shakespeare

Speak, what trade art thou?
Why, sir, a carpenter.
Where is thy leather apron and thy rule?
What does thou with thy best apparel on? — William Shakespeare

Within the book and volume of thy brain ... — William Shakespeare

Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st. — William Shakespeare

Be just, and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's and truth's. — William Shakespeare

I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here importune death awhile, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips. — William Shakespeare

Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. 317 What is decreed must be, and be this so. 318 — William Shakespeare

Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute. — William Shakespeare

While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head. — William Shakespeare

I should not urge thy duty past thy might. — William Shakespeare

Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. — William Shakespeare

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words — William Shakespeare

Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath. — William Shakespeare

Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,
To signify thou camest to bite the world. — William Shakespeare

Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy laws my services are bound...

{His second motto, from King Lear by Shakespeare} — Carl Friedrich Gauss

I ... Kisss the tender inward of thy hand. — William Shakespeare

What did thy song bode, lady? — William Shakespeare

Age, thou hast lost thy labor. — William Shakespeare

If thou didst ever thy dear father love - Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder — William Shakespeare

Dost thou call me fool, boy?"
"All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born with. — William Shakespeare

I am misanthropos, and hate mankind, For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, That I might love thee something. — William Shakespeare

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, thy dial how thy precious minutes waste — William Shakespeare

Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lender's books, and defy the foul fiend. — William Shakespeare

Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee. — William Shakespeare

I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire. — William Shakespeare

O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die — William Shakespeare

Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace. Leave gormandizing. — William Shakespeare

I'll lock thy heaven from thee.
O, that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery! — William Shakespeare

Some are great, some greatness, and 149 some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy — William Shakespeare

What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence. — William Shakespeare

Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live. — William Shakespeare

Love for thy love , and hand for hand I give. — William Shakespeare

Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. — William Shakespeare

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts. — William Shakespeare

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold. — William Shakespeare

A thousand kisses buys my heart from me;
And pay them at thy leisure, one by one. — William Shakespeare

Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold. — William Shakespeare

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. — William Shakespeare

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator. — William Shakespeare

I do love thee so,
That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven — William Shakespeare

Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. — William Shakespeare

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
to drown me in thy sister's flood of tears. — William Shakespeare

No metal can
no, not the hangman's axe
bear half the keenness of thy sharp envy. — William Shakespeare

When shalt thou see thy wholesome days again? — William Shakespeare

Keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key. — William Shakespeare

And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers? — William Shakespeare

Better conquest never canst thou make than arm thy constant and thy nobler parts against giddy, loose suggestions. — William Shakespeare

Ten masts make not the altitude
Which thou hast perpendicularly fell.
Thy life's a miracle. — William Shakespeare

Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. — William Shakespeare

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end — William Shakespeare

BENEDICK: I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes; — William Shakespeare

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again. — William Shakespeare

I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both. — William Shakespeare

There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. — William Shakespeare

And will 'a not come again?
And will 'a not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death bed:
He will never come again. — William Shakespeare

The Friends Thou Hast
And Their Adoption Tried
Grapple Them To Thy Soul
With Hooks Of Steel — William Shakespeare