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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.]
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.
Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
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Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not dine until I see the same.
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
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.
To break training without permission is an act of treason.
To break training without permission is an act of treason.
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.
O that a soldier so glorious, ever victorious in fight,
Passed from a daylight of honor into the terrible read more
O that a soldier so glorious, ever victorious in fight,
Passed from a daylight of honor into the terrible night;
Fell as the mighty archangel, ere the earth glowed in space,
fell--
Fell from the patriot's heaven down to the loyalist's hell!
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.
