How many familiar faces, rejoicing in our joy, sorrowing with our sorrow—how many cares, pleasant from habit—sickness, whose suffering gave a tenderer character to love—mirth, the mirth of the cheerful hearth or the daily meal—mirth, like home-made bread, sweeter from its very homeliness—...

If all the Jewish women in Palestine are hysterical, presumably many of their menkind suffer from the same disability, which certainly does not promise well for the luckless Arab who is to live beneath their sway.

, II.4.1.i: all is naught, full of imposture, incertainty, and doth generally more harm then good.

Thenne I behote yow sayd Balyn parte of his blood to hele youre sone with alle.