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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. 'T is 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 sceptred 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. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. -The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1.
Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1.
Many-headed multitude. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Many-headed multitude. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, read more
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1.
From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth. -Much Ado about Nothing. read more
From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Press not a falling man too far! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Press not a falling man too far! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.
