Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them.

His nature is too noble for the world. He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder.

Base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them

The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed- It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.

Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God, My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.