There are other similar passages in the _Eben Bochan_, in some of which the author ridicules, for instance, the way in which his fellow religionists were in the habit of celebrating the various feasts in the Jewish calendar. They entirely overlooked, he says, the moral significance attached to these days by their religion, but considered them to have been specially ordained for the sake of feasting and merry-making. Even the New Year's Day and the Day of Atonement were not spent by them in sincere devotion, but rather in quarrelling with each other about petty religious usages, to which they attributed much greater weight than they deserved. Kalonymos elsewhere directs his attention to the prevailing faults of his neighbours. The objects of his satire are: the wealthy but ignorant Jewish snob; the conceited would-be literary genius; the questionable Talmudical and Hebrew scholar; and, lastly, the Jewish hypocrite, the man who essays to appear outwardly religious, while his heart is full of roguery. The latter is described by our author as follows:— A hypocrite is strange of race, Who, with his sanctimonious face, Would fain appear in others' view As good, benevolent, and true; Who never cares a bit or bothers About the pleasant vice of others. But though he sets up as a saint, And boasts that none has made complaint Of any dark or base transactions In business or in other actions, Yet do not on his word rely, Remember “the spider and the fly.” For cunning is the hypocrite, With shrewd and money-making wit, And plays his game to great perfection, Whene'er he can escape detection; He robs and steals whene'er he can, And strips the shirt off the poorest man. His words may be as sweet as honey, But never trust him with your money; For once he's got it—to be plain— You'll never see your own again. Though he seems pious night and day, And ne'er forgets his prayers to say, And still performs his meet devotion, With bended head and endless motion, Yet, friend, as well as e'er you can, Avoid this crafty, godless man, Whose piety is dissimulation, To God a base abomination. Well may he sit with downcast look, With eyes glued to his Hebrew book, And shake his body to and fro His splendid holiness to show. But yet, in truth, his heart within Is hard as stone, and black with sin; And he is ever a sad disgrace To Jewish creed and Jewish race.