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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.
If this be treason, make the most of it!
If this be treason, make the most of it!
Rebellion must be managed with many swords; treason to his
prince's person may be with one knife.
Rebellion must be managed with many swords; treason to his
prince's person may be with one knife.
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.]
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.
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
The man who pauses on the paths of treason,
Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
The man who pauses on the paths of treason,
Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed;
Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod,
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The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed;
Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod,
Than be true to Church and State while we are doubly false to
God.
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.
