Come, Let's Have One Other Gaudy Night.

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

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.

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

Taffeta Phrases, Silken Terms Precise, Three-piled Hyperboles, Spruce Affection, Figures Pedantical--these Summer Flies Have Blown Me Full Of Maggot Ostentation.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell