...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

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.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.

Leave Us To Our Free Election.

The Violence Of Either Grief Or Joy, Their Own Enactures With Themselves Destroy.