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Treason doth never prosper? What's the reason? for if it prosper, none dare call it treason. [8] Around that time, Harington also devised England's first flushing toilet – called the Ajax (i.e., a "jakes", then a slang word for toilet). It was installed at his manor in Kelston. This forerunner to the modern flush toilet had a flush valve to ...
John Anthony Stormer (February 9, 1928 – July 10, 2018) was an American Protestant anti-communist author, best known for his 1964 book None Dare Call It Treason. Both a pastor and a Christian school superintendent, his books have sold millions, warning America about the communist infiltration of American society, politics and culture.
Never give advice unless asked; Never give a sucker an even break; Never judge a book by its cover; Never let the sun go down on your anger; Never let the truth get in the way of a good story [20] [better source needed] Never look a gift horse in the mouth; Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today
This year, on the 22nd anniversary of the September 11 tragedy, remember and reflect with these powerful 9/11 quotes. Here at Parade.com , we're all about sharing products we love with our audience.
The love that dare not speak its name is a phrase from the last line of the poem "Two Loves" by Lord Alfred Douglas, written in September 1892 and published in the Oxford magazine The Chameleon in December 1894. It was mentioned at Oscar Wilde's gross indecency trial and is usually interpreted as a euphemism for homosexuality. [1]
"Treason must be made odious" was the most common shorthand rendering of a stump speech (a standardized campaign speech repeatedly made by a politician at a series of locations and times) made by Tennessean Andrew Johnson when he was military governor and a U.S. vice-presidential candidate in 1864. [1]
The sea will never run dry, my dear Nor the rocks never melt with the sun But I never will prove false to the bonny lass I love Till all these things be done my dear Till all these things be done O yonder doth sit that little turtle dove He doth sit on yonder high tree A making a moan for the loss of his love As I will do for thee my dear
Your love and pity doth the impression fill Which vulgar scandal stamp’d upon my brow; For what care I who calls me well or ill, So you o’er-green my bad, my good allow? You are my all the world, and I must strive To know my shames and praises from your tongue; None else to me, nor I to none alive, That my steel’d sense or changes right ...