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Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his simple show he harbors treason.
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep,
And in his simple show he harbors treason.
This principle is old, but true as fate,
Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
This principle is old, but true as fate,
Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
Though those that are betrayed
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case read more
Though those that are betrayed
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.
With evil omens from the harbour sails
The ill-fated ship that worthless Arnold bears;
God of the read more
With evil omens from the harbour sails
The ill-fated ship that worthless Arnold bears;
God of the southern winds, call up thy gales,
And whistle in rude fury round his ears.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.
Write on my gravestone: "Infidel, Traitor."--infidel to every church that compromises with wrong; traitor to every government that oppresses the read more
Write on my gravestone: "Infidel, Traitor."--infidel to every church that compromises with wrong; traitor to every government that oppresses the people.
No wise man ever thought that a traitor should be trusted.
[Lat., Nemo unquam sapiens proditori credendum putavit.]
No wise man ever thought that a traitor should be trusted.
[Lat., Nemo unquam sapiens proditori credendum putavit.]
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in read more
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,
Working so grossly in a natural cause
That admiration did not whoop at them;
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason and on murder;
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
That wrought upon thee so preposterously
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence.