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.

Mercy is not itself, that oft looks so; Pardon is still the nurse of second woe.

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.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

We do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.