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Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars ... It is the light that hovers above the read more
Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars ... It is the light that hovers above the judgment seat.
We shall show mercy, but we shall not ask for it
We shall show mercy, but we shall not ask for it
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, read more
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercie ever hope to have?
Who will not mercie unto others show,
How can he mercie ever hope to have?
We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds read more
We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
It is noble to grant life to the vanquished.
[Lat., Pulchrum est vitam donare minori.]
It is noble to grant life to the vanquished.
[Lat., Pulchrum est vitam donare minori.]
The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the read more
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 mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
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The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.