In Time We Hate That Which We

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

I Am A Jew. Hath Not A Jew Eyes? Hath Not A Jew Hands, Organs, Dimensions, Senses, Affections, Passions?

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

The Seeming Truth Which Cunning Times Put On To Entrap The Wisest.