The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of

Stars Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires: The Eyes Wink At The Hand; Yet Let That Be Which The Eye Fears, When It Is Done, To See

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

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.

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.