Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

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

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

So Holy Writ In Babes Hath Judgment Shown When Judges Have Been Babes; Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources, And Great Seas Have Dried When Miracles Have By The Greatest Been Denied.