These times of woe afford no time to woo.

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?

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.

Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.