The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

Who is it that can tell me who I am?

The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this?

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

His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.