I Am A Jew. Hath Not A

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds Man's Might.

I Am A Kind Of Burr; I Shall Stick.