And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth

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?

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

You Must Not Think That We Are Made Of Stuff So Fat And Dull That We Can Let Our Beard Be Shook With Danger And Think It Pastime.