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To break training without permission is an act of treason.
To break training without permission is an act of treason.
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?
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.
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.
Know my name is lost,
By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit;
Yet am I noble as the read more
Know my name is lost,
By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit;
Yet am I noble as the adversary
I come to cope.
The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed;
Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod,
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The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accursed;
Man is more than Constitutions; better rot beneath the sod,
Than be true to Church and State while we are doubly false to
God.
Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not read more
Thou art a traitor.
Off with his head! Now by Saint Paul I swear
I will not dine until I see the same.
Rebellion must be managed with many swords; treason to his
prince's person may be with one knife.
Rebellion must be managed with many swords; treason to his
prince's person may be with one knife.
With evil omens from the harbour sails
The ill-fated ship that worthless Arnold bears;
God of the read more
With evil omens from the harbour sails
The ill-fated ship that worthless Arnold bears;
God of the southern winds, call up thy gales,
And whistle in rude fury round his ears.