So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me,

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!

If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And True, There's No Man Happy.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

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?