FEAR.

    Come on, Sir,—­here’s the place—­stand still,—­
    How fearful ’tis to cast one’s eyes so low! 
    The crows and coughs, that whig the midway air,
    Shew scarce so gross as beetles.  Half way down,
    Hangs one that gathers samphire—­dreadful trade! 
    Methinks he seems no bigger than one’s head,
    The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
    Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark
    Seems lesson’d to a cock; her cock, a buoy
    Almost too small for fight.  The murmuring surge;
    That on th’ unnumbered idle pebbles chases,
    Cannot be heard so high.—­I’ll look no more,
    Lest my brain turn and the disorder make me
    Tumble down headlong.

AWE AND FEAR.

    Now, all is hush’d and still as death—­
    How reverend is the face of this tall pile,
    Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads,
    To bear aloft its arch’d and pond’rous roof,
    By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable,
    Looking tranquillity!  It strikes an awe
    And terror on my aking sight.  The tombs,
    And monumental caves of death look cold,
    And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. 
    Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice—­
    Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear
    Thy voice—­my own affrights me with its echoes.

HORROR.

    Hark!—­the death-denouncing trumpet founds
    The fatal charge, and shouts proclaim the onset. 
    Destruction rushes dreadful to the field,
    And bathes itself in blood.  Havock, let loose. 
    Now, undistinguish’d, rages all around;
    While Ruin, seated on her dreary throne,
    Sees the plain strew’d, with subjects truly her’s,
    Breathless and cold.

ANGER.

    Hear me, rash man; on thy allegiance hear me,
    Since thou hast striven to make us break our vow,
    Which, nor our nature, nor our place can bear,
    We banish thee forever from our sight
    And kingdom.  If, when three days are expir’d,
    Thy hated trunk be found in our dominions,
    That moment is thy death—–­Away!

REVENGE.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.  He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies.  And what’s his reason—­I am a Jew.  Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?  Is he not 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?