I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon

Report Me And My Cause Aright.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

And This, Our Life, Exempt From Public Haunt, Finds Tongues In Trees, Books In The Running Brooks, Sermons In Stones, And Good In Everything.

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.

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.