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.
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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.
Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted
death shall perish by his own read more
Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted
death shall perish by his own plot.
[Lat., Neque enim lex est aequior ulla,
Quam necis artifices arte perire sua.]
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.--Princes were privileg'd
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
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One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.--Princes were privileg'd
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
Ah! why will kings forget that they are men,
And men that they are brethren?
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.
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.
One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
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One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
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.
Criminals do not die by the hands of the law; they die by the hands of other men.
Criminals do not die by the hands of the law; they die by the hands of other men.
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!
