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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.
There is something peculiarly sinister and insidious in even a charge of disloyalty. Such a charge all too frequently places read more
There is something peculiarly sinister and insidious in even a charge of disloyalty. Such a charge all too frequently places a strain on the reputation of an individual which is indelible and lasting, regardless of the complete innocence later proved.
Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
For treason is but trusted like the fox,
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Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes;
For treason is but trusted like the fox,
Who, ne'er so tame, so cherished and locked up,
Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
Treason is like diamonds; there is nothing to be made by the small trader.
Treason is like diamonds; there is nothing to be made by the small trader.
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.
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.
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.
Though those that are betrayed
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
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Though those that are betrayed
Do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor
Stands in worse case of woe.
Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast 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!