The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than

What's His Offense? Groping For Trout In A Peculiar River.

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love ............ The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strain'd 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

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.

And The More Pity That Great Folk Should Have Count'nance In This World To Drown Or Hang Themselves More Than Their Even-christen.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.