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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.
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 not own'd when 'tis descried;
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Treason is not own'd when 'tis descried;
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Cynicism is intellectual treason.
Cynicism is intellectual treason.
We are a rebellious nation. Our whole history is treason; our blood was attained before we were born; our creeds read more
We are a rebellious nation. Our whole history is treason; our blood was attained before we were born; our creeds were infidelity to the mother church; our constitution treason to our fatherland.
Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.
Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.
To break training without permission is an act of treason.
To break training without permission is an act of 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.
Thou know'st, great son,
The end of war's uncertain, but this certain,
That, if thou conquer Rome, read more
Thou know'st, great son,
The end of war's uncertain, but this certain,
That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name
Whose repetition will be dogged with curses,
Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble,
But with his last attempt he wiped it out,
Destroyed his country; and his name remains
To th' ensuing age abhorred,' Speak to me son.
Thou hast affected the fine strains of honor,
To imitate the graces of the gods;
To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' th' air,
And yet to change thy sulphur with a bolt
That should rive an oak.
