God's will! my liege, would you and I alone, Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Is it possible he should know what he is, and be that he is?

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

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.