Thoughts on what we will miss in the coming days.
With words from Shakespeare.
The quality of mercy is not strained;
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:
'T is 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 enthronèd 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. 1
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I’ll see you tomorrow.
— Brenda
William Shakespeare, “The Merchant of Venice,” 1600.
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