O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

What though care killed a cat, thou hast mettle enough in thee to kill care.

If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.

She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, gives in your weakness strength unto your foe.

He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends