All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials

The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream.

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

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?