There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

Jesu, Jesu, The Mad Days That I Have Spent! And To See How Many Of My Old Acquaintance Are Dead!

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

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.