William Shakespeare

This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

William Shakespeare

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.

William Shakespeare

Thou art all the comfort, the Gods will diet me with.

William Shakespeare

Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee calls back the lovely April of her prime.

William Shakespeare

Thou canst not speak of thou dost not feel.

William Shakespeare

Thou canst not then be false to any man.

William Shakespeare

Thou hast done a deed whereat valor will weep.

William Shakespeare

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.

William Shakespeare

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

William Shakespeare

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

William Shakespeare