A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling,

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.

And In The Morn And Liquid Dew Of Youth, Contagious Blastments Are Are Most Imminent.

Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of Eyes.

I Am A Jew. Hath Not A Jew Eyes? Hath Not A Jew Hands, Organs, Dimensions, Senses, Affections, Passions?