You Will Never Age For Me, Nor

The Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The Valiant, Only Once!

Thus Did I Keep My Person Fresh And New, My Presence, Like A Robe Pontifical, Ne'er Seen But Wondered At, And So My State, Seldom But Sumptuous, Showed Like A Feast.

I Am A Jew: Hath Not A Jew Eyes? Hath Not A Jew Hands, Organs, Dimensions, Senses, Affections, Passions? Fed With Die Same Food, Hurt With The Same Weapons, Subject To The Same Diseases, Healed By The Same Means, Warmed And Cooled By The Same Winter And Summer, As A Christian Is?

Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of Covetousness.

I Am Asham'd That Women Are So Simple To Offer War Where They Should Kneel For Peace.