Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

He Hath Disgrac'd Me And Hind'red Me Half A Million; Laugh'd At My Losses, Mock'd At My Gains, Scorned My Nation, Thwarted My Bargains, Cooled My Friends, Heated My Enemies. And What's His Reason? I Am A Jew.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!