The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I am a tainted wether of the flock,

Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit

Drops earliest to the ground.

The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I never knew so young a body with so old a head.

The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd,

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven

Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: