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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.
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.
Cynicism is intellectual treason.
Cynicism is intellectual treason.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.