Shakespeare

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.

Therefore, Jew, though justice be thy plea,

Consider this, that, in the course of justice,

None of us should see salvation:

We do pray for mercy;

And that same prayer doth teach us all to render

The deeds of mercy.

I have spoke thus much

To mitigate the justice of thy plea;

Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice

Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.

—The Merchant of Venice Act 4, Scene 1

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Quality_of_Mercy_(Shakespeare_quote)

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She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5)

http://nfs.sparknotes.com/macbeth/page_202.html

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