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The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
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The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human read more
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
Mercy often inflicts death.
[Lat., Mortem misericors saepe pro vita dabit.]
Mercy often inflicts death.
[Lat., Mortem misericors saepe pro vita dabit.]
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,
Let us be merciful as well as just.
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,
Let us be merciful as well as just.
Much that we call evil is really good in disguises; and we should not quarrel rashly with adversities not yet read more
Much that we call evil is really good in disguises; and we should not quarrel rashly with adversities not yet understood, nor overlook the mercies often bound up in them.
Spare me through your mercy, do not punish me through your justice.
Spare me through your mercy, do not punish me through your justice.
The most valuable things in life are not measured in monetary terms. The really important things are not houses and read more
The most valuable things in life are not measured in monetary terms. The really important things are not houses and lands, stocks and bonds, automobiles and real estate, but friendships, trust, confidence, empathy, mercy, love and faith.
How can we speak of right and justice if we take an innocent creature and shed
its blood?
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How can we speak of right and justice if we take an innocent creature and shed
its blood?
How can we pray to God for mercy if we ourselves have no mercy?
Nobel laureate in literature.
Think not the good,
The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done,
Shall die forgotten all; the read more
Think not the good,
The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done,
Shall die forgotten all; the poor, the prisoner,
The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow,
Who daily owe the bounty of thy hand,
Shall cry to Heaven, and pull a blessing on thee.