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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.
Of all the characters of cruelty, I consider the most despicable the one that cloaks himself in a garb of read more
Of all the characters of cruelty, I consider the most despicable the one that cloaks himself in a garb of mercy.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it read more
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars ... It is the light that hovers above the read more
Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars ... It is the light that hovers above the judgment seat.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule.
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.
Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offense?
Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offense?
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.