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How can my Muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight Muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
I thank you for your pains and courtesy.
Only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks.
Your grace is noble. Let me have a bowl
may hold my thanks and save me so much talking.
'Thanks, gentle citizens and friends', quoth I,
'This general applause and loving shout
Argues your wisdoms and your loves.'
My life itself, and the best heart of it,
Thanks you for this.
I can nothing render but allegiant thanks.
My prayers to heaven for you, my loyalty,
Which ever has and ever shall be growing,
Till death, that winter, kill it.
If ever I thank any man, I'll thank you.
The Winters Tale, Act I
Your pardon, Sir, for this.
I'll blush you thanks.
Twelfth Night, Act 3
My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make but thanks,
And thanks, and ever thanks, and oft good turns
Are suffled off with such uncurrent pay;
But, were my worth as is my conscious firm,
You should find better dealing.
Titus Andronicus, Act I
Titus Andronicus, for thy favours done
To us in our election of this day,
I give thee thanks in part of thy deserts,
And will with deeds requite thy gentleness.
Othello, Act III
I greet thy love,
Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous.
Titus Andronicus, Act I
Thanks, sweet Lavinia. Romans, let us go.
Ransomless here we set our prisoners free.
Proclaim our honours, lords, with trump and drum.
King John, Act V
I have a kind soul that would give you thanks
And knows not how to do it but with tears
King Henry VI, Part II, Act IV
Then, heaven, set ope thy everlasting gates,
To entertain my vows of thanks and praise!
Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives,
And show'd how well you love your prince and country:
Continue still in this so good a mind,
And Henry, though he be infortunate,
Assure yourselves, will never be unkind: