The Quality Of Mercy Is

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

My Love Is As A Fever, Longing Still For That Which Longer Nurseth The Disease, Feeding On That Which Doth Preserve The Ill, Th' Uncertain Sickly Appetite To Please. My Reason, The Physician To My Love, Angry That His Prescriptions Are Not Kept, Hath Left Me, And I Desperate Now Approve Desire Is Death, Which Physic Did Except.

I Was Born Free As Caesar; So Were You

Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks, Shall Win My Love.

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.