I Am A Jew. Hath Not A

What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not Seen? What Is Joy If Sylvia Be Not By?

Tell Me, Daughter Juliet, How Stands Your Dispositions To Be Married" It Is An Honor That I Dream Not Of

Bad Is The Trade That Must Play Fool To Sorrow, Ang'ring Itself And Others.

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.