You Are Thought Here To The Most

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently

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?

My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

Now I Am Past All Comforts Here, But Prayer.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear