William Shakespeare

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. read more

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. -King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.

This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

This night methinks is but the daylight sick. -The Merchant of Venice. Act. v. Sc. 1.

But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
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But jealous souls will not be answered so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they're jealous.
'Tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
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At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing that in season grows.

The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
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The quality of mercy is not strained;
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 scept'red 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.