it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

I am a foe to tyrants, and my country's friend.

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?