The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All The Skyey Influences.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.