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'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
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'A took my father grossly, full of bread,
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that give me equal right?
Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that give me equal right?
Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.
Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
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.
Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder
Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in 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.
Every unpunished murder takes away something from the security of every man's life.
Every unpunished murder takes away something from the security of every man's life.
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!
