O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with passion would I shake the world.

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

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

Do not plunge thyself too far in anger.

I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes: Some falls are means the happier to arise