Just Death, Kind Umpire Of

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

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

O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic, Let It Be An Art Lawful As Eating.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

Wisdom And Fortune Combating Together, If That The Former Dare But What It Can, No Chance May Shake It.