He hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.

Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the 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? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.

You kiss by the book.

They will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

Within the book and volume of my brain.

In nature's infinite book of secrecyA little I can read.