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 Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
 But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.  
 Murder most foul, as in the best it is,
 But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. 
 No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
 Revenge should have no bounds.  
 No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
 Revenge should have no bounds. 
People think we had a love-hate relationship. Well, I did not love him, nor did I hate him. We had read more
People think we had a love-hate relationship. Well, I did not love him, nor did I hate him. We had mutual respect for each other, even as we both planned each other's murder.
 Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
 But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.  
 Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time,
 But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. 
 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! 
A woman has a much better chance than a man of acquittal on a murder charge. If she happens to read more
A woman has a much better chance than a man of acquittal on a murder charge. If she happens to be a blonde her chances rise about 45 percent.
 Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
 The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.  
 Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
 The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes. 
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at read more
A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.