The quality of mercy is not strained
Get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee.
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
The native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; and enterprises of great pitch and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.