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'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
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'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder
Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder
The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly read more
The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.
There are 4 kinds of Homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.
There are 4 kinds of Homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded
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Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded
That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
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O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
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Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
Too terrible for the ear. The time has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end. But now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
