The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

The Presence Of A King Engenders Love Amongst His Subjects, And His Royal Friends.

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

An Old Man, Broken With The Storms Of State, Is Come To Lay His Weary Bones Among Ye; Give Him A Little Earth For Charity!

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?