The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though

O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

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

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.