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Enough of girls! I’d rather live alone
Than touch those reptiles, though they may be fair.
I’m sick and tired of wasting on the air
My strength and every penny that I own.
For once they’re mine…
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Moses Rieti
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Florence, Republic of Florence (Florence, Italy)
Date:
Early 16th Century
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O age! Here’s something new that I have filledWith old, like fine oil in a flask.A kind of verse to please men’s mouths and mindsI have invented for exploring love.I provide a model of the differenceB…
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Judah Sommo
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Mantua, Duchy of Mantua (Mantova, Italy)
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16th Century
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Why is my back loaded with fine flour, while in my mouth there is no bread at all, but only straw? I drink well-water, though I carry wine. And the stick goes on fracturing my skull!
I live in rubble…
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Samuel Archevolti
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Padua, Venice (Padua, Italy)
Date:
End of the 16th Century
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Only three exits are becoming to every woman, big or small. The first is when she exits from the womb, dirtied, as if from a deep swamp. The second is when she exits from her woman’s tent and enters…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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With devout accents, the beautiful Hebrew woman
Implored the exalted choirs for their grace,
Indeed, midst heavenly stars, in sacred fires,
She holds supreme minds happily in her grip:
Upon the sound…
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Sarra Copia Sullam
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Venice, Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
1623
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Your eyebrow, dear, is like a charm
that draws to you life’s greatest joys.
Rounded like a bow, that brow,
or like a moon in half eclipse.
Your eye, beside it, is a pool,
all sparkle, like a…
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Joseph Tsarfati
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Rome, Papal States (Rome, Italy)
Date:
Early 16th Century
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O you paragon of glory and grace, listen to the call of Papos and his cry! He is bellowing like a bull, braying at you like a donkey, for you are his cow and his she-ass. His heart is already parched…
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Immanuel Frances
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17th Century
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I’m in a rage, so angry that I don’t know what to do
because of what just happened when I went out with a few
good friends to take a walk in town, this lovely Sabbath day.
We joined a crowd of rowdy…
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Leone Modena
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Venice, Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
17th Century
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What is this sound of tumult that I hear—
Roaring of the sea, not burbling of the brook
Like the roar of a lion or a tiger?
I am in great danger and do not know
If my time approaches when I must…
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Moses Zacuto
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Venice, Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
Mid–17th Century
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Asleep in songs and lullabies was my heart, while I was dreaming, imagining myself amidst poets, as eloquent and intelligent as the finest wine yeast.From my drunken slumber an illustrious man awoke…
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Leone Modena
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Venice, Venice (Venice, Italy)
Date:
1599