William Shakespeare

Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
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Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks,
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt, that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child.

As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.

As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
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The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this scept'red sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God himself,
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice.

The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their read more

The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.