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: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Justice always whirls in equal measure.
Poise the cause in justice's equal scales, Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold and the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner
Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes Unwhipped of justice.
The jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
Be just, and fear not.
The quality of mercy is not strained
Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try.
They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor
I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, 'If you said so, then I said so;' and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.
I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong.
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
The king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp'rance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them, but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting in many ways.
Though justice be thy plea consider this, that in the course of justice none of us should see salvation.
Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.
Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
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