A Quote by William Shakespeare

Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. — © William Shakespeare
Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which our wills are gardeners.
Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up tine, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike.
It is sublime to think and say of another, I need never meet, or speak, or write to him: we need not reinforce ourselves, or send tokens of remembrance; I rely on him as on myself: if he did thus and thus, I know it was right.
We were thus led to organize ourselves, as men who had fought the war together, in order to support those statesmen who had truly understood the lessons of that World War, thus attempting to prevent its recurrence.
Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care Is to seem everything but what they are.
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.
Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd, Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows; 'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
Myself is thus and so, and will continue thus and so. And why fight it? My balance comes from instability.
It is the business of a general to be quiet and thus ensure secrecy; upright and just, and thus maintain order.
It is within your competence to think and thus to get bound or to cease thinking and thus be free.
Heaven grant me that I may thus rejoice in my children, thus see them ornaments to their Country, and blessings to their parents.
Tis the privilege of Art Thus to play its cheerful part, Man on earth to acclimate And bend the exile to his fate.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is slicked o'er with the pale cast of thought
Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.
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