Top 100 Thou'st Quotes
#2. 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
#3. On parent knees, a naked new-born child, Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
William Scott, 1st Baron Stowell
#4. Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved'st him better / Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.
William Shakespeare
#5. Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?'
'Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
William Shakespeare
#7. 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
#8. What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
John Keats
#9. Thou lov'st to speak in riddles and dark words.
Sophocles
#10. 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
#11. Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
William Shakespeare
#12. Well observe The rule of Not too much, by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st.
John Milton
#13. all my bliss. Scepter and Power, thy giving, I assume, And gladlier shall resign, when in the end Thou shalt be All in All, and I in thee For ever, and in mee all whom thou lov'st: But whom thou hat'st, I hate, and can put on Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on,
John Milton
#14. The vision of Christ that thou dost see is my vision's greatest enemy . Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read'st black where I read white. His seventy disciples sent against religion and government .
William Blake
#15. I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume.
William Shakespeare
#16. Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul.
Joanna Baillie
#17. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
-Sonnet 73
William Shakespeare
#18. say'st thou, noble heart? RODERIGO What will I do, thinkest thou? IAGO Why, go to bed and sleep. RODERIGO
William Shakespeare
#19. Thou art Justice ne'er for gold May thy righteous laws be sold As laws are in England thou Shield'st alike the high and low.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#20. Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing?
I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thou
Or any man that breathes on earth.
Christopher Marlowe
#21. Horses (thou say'st) and asses men may try,
And ring suspected vessels ere they buy;
But wives, a random choice, untried they take;
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake;
Then, nor till then, the veil's removed away,
And all the woman glares in open day.
Alexander Pope
#23. If thou engrossest all the griefs are thine, Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
William Shakespeare
#25. With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
Philip Sidney
#26. Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
William Shakespeare
#27. Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees.
John Keats
#28. A vessel swift of flight, though say'st? Hast thou
Not heard of the Millenn'um Falcon, Sir?
'Tis but the ship that hath the Kessel run
Accomplish'd in twelve parsecs,
Ian Doescher
#29. Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!
William Shakespeare
#30. With odorous oil thy head and hair are sleek; And then thou kemb'st the tuzzes on thy cheek: Of these, my barbers take a costly care.
John Dryden
#31. On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
William Shakespeare
#32. Both read the Bible day and night,
But thou read'st black where I read white.
William Blake
#33. O hateful error, melancholy's child. Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not? O error soon22 conceived, 70 Thou never comest unto a happy birth, But kill'st the mother that engendered23 thee.
William Shakespeare
#34. I am past scorching; not easily can'st thou scorch a scar.
Herman Melville
#35. If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.
Charles Lamb
#36. Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
John Milton
#37. If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd
William Shakespeare
#38. My dearest Lord, be thou a bright flame before me, a guiding star above me, a smooth path beneath me, a kindly shepherd behind me, today and for evermore. - St. Columba of Iona
Richard J. Foster
#39. When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep.
Charles Wesley
#40. Thou know'st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools.
William Shakespeare
#41. Make two homes for thyself, my daughter. One actual home ... and the other a spiritual home which thou are to carry with thee always.
St. Catherine Of Siena
#42. Apostate, still thou err'st, nor end wilt find
Offering, from the paths of truth remote.
John Milton
#43. Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.
Lord Byron
#44. In all I wish, how happy should I be,
Thou grand Deluder, were it not for thee?
So weak thou art that fools thy power despise;
And yet so strong, thou triumph'st o'er the wise.
Jonathan Swift
#45. Praised be St John, the glorified of God! Lord, grant me the prayers of St John, disciple and friend whom thou lovest, apostle of love. Thy love, forever, eternal, that my faith may become as complete, as flaming and tranquil, as his, and pierce as deep and speak as simply in the spirit.
Eric Milner-White
#46. In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad ... How can'st thou endure without being mad?
Herman Melville
#47. Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, Melancholy's child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O Error, soon concieved,
Thou never com'st unto a happy birth,
But kill'st the mother that engendered thee.
William Shakespeare
#48. Thou can'st not joke an enemy into a friend,
but thou may'st a friend into an enemy.
Benjamin Franklin
#50. 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
#51. O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#52. Go, speed the stars of Thought On to their shining goals; - The sower scatters broad his seed, The wheat thou strew'st be souls.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#54. Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Oliver Wendell Holmes
#55. No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st
Have some malignant power upon my life:
If so, I pray thee breathe it in mine ear,
As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
William Shakespeare
#56. What wouldst thou do, old man?
Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak
When power to flattery bows?
William Shakespeare
#57. 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
#58. Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
Oliver Goldsmith
#59. False world, thou ly'st: thou canst not lend The least delight: Thy favours cannot gain a friend, They are so slight.
Francis Quarles
#60. Send me nor this, nor that, to increase my store,
But swear thou think'st I love thee, and no more.
John Donne
#61. Thou breeze, That mak'st an organ of the mighty sea, Obedient to thy wilful phantasies, Provoke him not to scorn; but soft and low, As pious maid awakes her aged sire, On tiptoe stealing, whisper in his ear The tidings of the young god's victory.
Hartley Coleridge
#62. And would'st thou evil for his good repay?
Homer
#63. Fair Flora! Now attend thy sportful feast,
Of which some days I with design have past;
A part in April and a part in May
Thou claim'st, and both command my tuneful lay;
And as the confines of two months are thine
To sing of both the double task be mine.
Ovid
#64. 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
#65. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where got'st thou that goose look?
William Shakespeare
#66. In life's small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained; Know'st thou when Fate Thy measure takes, or when she'll say to thee, "I find thee worthy; do this deed for me?"
James Russell Lowell
#67. O blessed bounty, giving ail content!
The only fautress of all noble arts
That lend'st success to every good intent.
A grace that rests in the most godlike hearts,
By heav'n to none but happy souls infus'd
Pity it is, that e'er thou wast abus'd.
Michael Drayton
#68. Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives
must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
William Shakespeare
#69. Money, thou bane of bliss, and source of woe,
Whence cam'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine?
I know thy parentage is base and low:
Man found thee poor and dirty in a mine.
George Herbert
#70. But, love, hate on; for now I know thy mind.
Those that can see, thou lov'st; and I am blind.
William Shakespeare
#71. If thou would'st have that stream of hard-earn'd knowledge, of Wisdom heaven-born, remain sweet running waters, thou should'st not leave it to become a stagnant pond.
H. P. Blavatsky
#72. God is not dumb, that he should speak no more;
If thou hast wanderings in the wilderness
And find'st not Sinai, 'tis thy soul is poor.
James Russell Lowell
#74. O Lazy bones! Dost thou think God would have given thee arms and legs, if he had not design'd thou should'st use them?
Benjamin Franklin
#75. O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
William Blake
#76. Poor England! thou art a devoted deer,
Beset with every ill but that of fear.
The nations hunt; all mock thee for a prey;
They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay.
William Cowper
#77. By nature, which gave it, this liberty Thou lov'st, but Oh! canst thou love it and me? Likeness glues love: Then if so thou do, To make us like and love, must I change too?
John Donne
#78. To know thyself
in others self-concern;
Would'st thou know others? read thyself
and learn!
Friedrich Schiller
#79. If at great things thou would'st arrive, Get riches first, get wealth, and treasure heap, Not difficult, if thou hearken to me; Riches are mine, fortune is in my hand, They whom I favor thrive in wealth amain, While virtue, valor, wisdom, sit in want.
John Milton
#80. Envy not greatness: for thou mak'st thereby Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.
George Herbert
#81. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
William Shakespeare
#82. Never marry but for love; but see that thou lov'st what is lovely.
William Penn
#83. True it is,/ That these are not the droids for which thou search'st.
-Obi-Wan "Ben" Kenobi
Ian Doescher
#85. But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
William Shakespeare
#86. In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]
Horace
#87. My thoughts jumbled together, but I remembered that one was not supposed to make eye contact with royalty; or was that mad wolves?
Bethany Canaan
#88. Why to mute fish should'st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover?
Abraham Cowley
#89. Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.
John Milton
#90. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done
William Shakespeare
#91. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?
William Shakespeare
#92. Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.
Thomas Campbell
#93. ...when the children had made sparrows of clay,
Thou mad'st them birds, with wings to flutter and fold:
Take, Lord, my prayer in thy hand, and make it pray.
George MacDonald
#94. Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
John Donne
#95. Hast thou, then, nothing more to mention? Com'st ever, thus, with ill intention? Find'st nothing right on earth, eternally? MEPHISTOPHELES No, Lord! I find things, there, still bad as they can be. Man's misery even to pity moves my nature; I've scarce the heart to plague the wretched creature.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#96. And chiefly thou, O spirit, that dost prefer
Before all temples the upright heart and pure,
Instruct me, for thou know'st. Thou from the first
Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread,
Dove-like sattest brooding on the vast abyss,
And madst it pregnant.
John Milton
#97. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins;
Such harmony is in immortal souls,
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.
William Shakespeare
#98. Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore: So fair a summer look for never more. All good things vanish, less than in a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay. Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year; The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.
Thomas Nashe
#99. It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could'st make the time to do so too; I'll wind thee up no more.
Ben Jonson
#100. Acquaint thyself with God, if thou would'st tasteHis works. Admitted once to his embrace,Thou shalt perceive that thou was blind before:Thine eye shall be instructed; and thine heartMade pure shall relish with divine delightTill then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought.
William Cowper
