The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is

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?

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile A Sin, As Self-neglecting.