As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of

A Pal Is One That Is Aware You While You Are, Understands Where You Have Already Been, Accepts Whatever You Are Becoming, And Continue To, Carefully Means That You Can Develop.

Wait For The Season When To Cast Good Counsels Upon Subsiding Passion.

Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping Winter Treads.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

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?