Pity is the virtue of the law, and none but tyrants use it cruelly.
Tag: William Shakespeare
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Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.
How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees.
We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.
Their understanding Begins to swell and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy.
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.