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

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

... by indirections find directions out.

Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.

When most I wink, then do my eyes best see

We bring forth weeds when our quick minds lie still.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.