Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

What Wouldst Thou Do, Old Man? Think'st Thou That Duty Shall Have Dread To Speak When Power To Flattery Bows?

To Sleep Perchance To Dream

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?

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World