“The merciful man doeth good to his own soul: but he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh” Proverbs 11:17
“For he shall have judgment without mercy, that hath shewed no mercy; and mercy rejoiceth against judgment.”- James 2:13
“For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.” James 1:20

(I wrote this a while ago while reading Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar," and I just found it again. It's from Calphurnia's point of view - Caesar's wife.)

I hear a shouting in the steets:
"Liberty!" they cry. "Tyranny's dead!"
Their robes are torn and crimson-stained;
The Senate floor's awash with red.

You have torn me from my lover -
Take me then, and reunite!
There's no better day to die;
I dreamed of death the other night.

The others cry, they shout for vengence.
What care I for revenge today?

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.