He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

The quality of mercy is not strained

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth

Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step

O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!