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

A very honest woman but something given to lie

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, but still remember what the Lord hath done.

We cannot all be masters.

GLOUCESTER: Yet so much is my poverty of spirit, So mighty and so many my defects, As I had rather hide me from my greatness, Being a bark to brook no mighty sea, Than in my greatness covet to be hid, And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. But God be thanked. . . .