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: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

Make use of time, let not advantage slip.

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.

Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.

Too much to know is to know naught but fame.

I do love nothing in the world so well as you- is not that strange?