Blood Is The God Of War's Rich

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

You Stars That Reigned At My Nativity, Whose Influence Hath Allotted Death And Hell.

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike

Who Hateth Me But For My Happiness? Or Who Is Honored Now But For His Wealth? Rather Had I, A Jew, Be Hated Thus, Than Pitied In A Christian Poverty.