Synonyms for Thou
θaʊthou

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1. thousand, one thousand, 1000, M, K, chiliad, G, grand, thou, yardnoun

   the cardinal number that is the product of 10 and 100

   Synonyms:
   railyard, megabyte, special K, green, guanine, gigabyte, super C, kibibyte, potassium, thousand, mebibyte, g-force, metre, cat valium, universal gravitational constant, atomic number 19, gibibyte, railway yard, kB, curtilage, grounds, yard, grand, super acid, kelvin, gramme, pace, kilobyte, gee, chiliad, cubic yard, molar concentration, deoxyguanosine monophosphate, molarity, meter, honey oil, constant of gravitation, gravitational constant, one thousand, gram, grand piano, thou, gm, jet

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1. • Large Integer

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1. List of paraphrases for "thou":

   you

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1. Sir Thomas More:

   Nay, tempt me not to love again There was a time when love was sweet Dear Nea had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to meet But oh this weary heart hath run So many a time the rounds of pain, Not even for thee, thou lovely one Would I endure such pangs again.

2. Johann Christian Friedrich von Schiller:

   Folly, thou conquerest, and I must yieldAgainst stupidity the very godsThemselves contend in vain. Exalted reason, Resplendent daughter of the head divine,Wise founders of the system of the world,Guide of the stars, who are thou then, if thou,Bound to the tail of folly's uncurb'd steed,Must, vainly shrieking, with the drunken crowd,Eyes open, plunge down headlong in the abyss.

3. Francis Quarles:

   If thou desire the love of God and man, be humble, for the proud heart, as it loves none but itself, is beloved of none but itself. Humility enforces where neither virtue, nor strength, nor reason can prevail.

4. Saint Augustine, The Confessions. Book 1. (The Harvard Classics. 1909–14, p.1):

   ...Thou madest us for Thyself, and our heart is restless, until it repose in Thee.

5. Lord Byron:

   How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm I thank thee, night for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.