Vincent McNabb

Most humbly, my beloved Saviour, I bow myself before thee. I am a worm and no man. I alone deserve to suffer. I alone shrink from suffering. I was with thee in thy days of joy, singing 'Hosanna,' and I wished to make thee King. Now, in thine hour of suffering, I am far from thee.

Irish Clergyman

Apollonius of Tyana

O thou Sun, send me as far over the earth as is my pleasure and thine, and may I make the acquaintance of good men, but never hear anything of bad ones, nor they of me.

Greek Philosopher

Ashwin Sanghi

Admiration from my readers inspire me, and the only 'formula' I believe in towards making a good writer is: 'to thine own self be true!

Indian Author

William Dunbar

To God be humble, to thy friend be kind, and with thy neighbors gladly lend and borrow; His chance tonight, it maybe thine tomorrow.

Scottish Poet

Ben Jonson

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

English Poet

Friedrich Schiller

Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.

German Dramatist

George Fox

Be still and cool in thine own mind and spirit.

English Clergyman

John Donne

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

British Poet

Marcus Tullius Cicero

What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine.

Roman Statesman

William Shakespeare

This above all; to thine own self be true.

English Playwright

Thine is rarely used in modern English, but appears in historical or religious texts.

Historical Usage

Using 'thine' gives a sentence an old-fashioned tone, fitting in period dramas.

Sounds Antique

In poetry, 'thine' can add rhythm or match the poetic style of older eras.

Poetic Expression

Thine as a determiner might appear in works set in Middle Ages England or in translations.

Old English Context

Characters in novels may use 'thine' to sound medieval or biblical.

Character Speech

Poets choose 'thine' for aesthetic or metrical reasons, reflecting older poetic forms.

Poetic License

 Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again,