Speak comfortable words.

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

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

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.

Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.