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For while the treason I detest,
The traitor still I love.
For while the treason I detest,
The traitor still I love.
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And dressed myself in such humility
That I did read more
And then I stole all courtesy from heaven,
And dressed myself in such humility
That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts,
Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths
Even in the presence of the crowned king.
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.]
Write on my gravestone: "Infidel, Traitor." --infidel to every church that compromises with wrong; traitor to every government that oppresses read more
Write on my gravestone: "Infidel, Traitor." --infidel to every church that compromises with wrong; traitor to every government that oppresses the people.
Cynicism is intellectual treason.
Cynicism is intellectual treason.
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.
Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to read more
Men will confess to treason, murder, arson, false teeth, or a wig. How many of them will own up to a lack of humor?
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon read more
Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?