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Have mercy upon us miserable sinners.
Have mercy upon us miserable sinners.
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 corn that makes the holy bread
By which the soul of man is fed,
The holy read more
The corn that makes the holy bread
By which the soul of man is fed,
The holy bread, the food unpriced,
Thy everlasting mercy, Christ.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It read more
The quality of mercy is not strain'd; 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.
There are three things in the world that deserve no mercy, hypocrisy, fraud, and tyranny.
There are three things in the world that deserve no mercy, hypocrisy, fraud, and tyranny.
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It read more
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
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.]
They are immobile and voiceless,
and cannot ask for the mercy of water,
those trapped caged house plants.
In the read more
They are immobile and voiceless,
and cannot ask for the mercy of water,
those trapped caged house plants.
In the winter they feel no breeze
nor are they touched by a hand which frees.
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the read more
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the heart riven
With vain endeavour,
And memory of earth's bitter leaven
Effaced forever.
