Thou Hast No Figures Nor No Fantasies

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Bad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?

I Am A Jew. Hath Not A Jew Eyes? Hath Not A Jew Hands, Organs, Dimensions, Senses, Affections, Passions?

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us, Sir?