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

By that sin fell the angels.

There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.

I am ill at these numbers.

O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.

In struggling with misfortunes lies the true proof of virtue.

Parting is such sweet sorrow