For There's No Motion That Tends To

From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring, When Proud Pied April, Dressed In All His Trim, Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Every Thing.

Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

I Am A Jew: Hath Not A Jew Eyes? Hath Not A Jew Hands, Organs, Dimensions, Senses, Affections, Passions? Fed With Die Same Food, Hurt With The Same Weapons, Subject To The Same Diseases, Healed By The Same Means, Warmed And Cooled By The Same Winter And Summer, As A Christian Is?

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes