She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.

An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!

Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.