Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

I Praise God For You, Sir: Your Reasons At Dinner Have Been Sharp And Sententious; Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Audacious Without Impudency, Learned Without Opinion, And Strange With-out Heresy.

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.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Pause Awhile, And Let My Counsel Sway You.

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.