You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book!

Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ 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

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.

Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.