I Drink To The General Joy O’

A Man In All The World's New Fashion Planted, That Hath A Mint Of Phrases In His Brain.

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?

Conscience Is A Blushing, Shamefaced Spirit Than Mutinies In A Man's Bosom; It Fills One Full Of Obstacles.

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.