In Time The Savage Bull

Let The End Try The Man.

Unless The Old Adage Must Be Verified, That Beggars Mounted, Run Their Horse To Death.

But As The Unthought-on Accident Is Guilty To What We Wildly Do, So We Profess Ourselves To Be The Slaves Of Chance, And Flies Of Every Wind That Blows.

A Table Full Of Welcome Makes Scarce One Dainty Dish.

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.