The pellet with the poison's in the chalice from the palace The flagon with the dragon has the brew that is true.1955 Lines delivered by Danny Kaye in The CourtJester.
Here's the lily, here the roseHer full chalice shall disclose;Here's narcissus wet with dew,Windflower and the violet blue.Wear the garland I have made;Crowned with it, put pride away;For the wreath that blooms must fade;Thou thyself must fade some day, Rhodocleia.maurice baring
Happy are those who have departed through martyrdom. Unhappy am I that I still survive.… Taking this decision is more deadly than drinking from a poisoned chalice. I submitted myself to Allah's will and took this drink for His satisfaction.ruhollah khomeini
Thou fill'st from the wingèd chalice of the soulThy lamp, O Memory, fire-wingèd to its goal.Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O, our feeble tests of greatness! Look for one so calm of soulAs to take the even chalice of his life and drink the whole.Noble deeds are held in honor, but the wide world sorely needsHearts of patience to unravel this, — the worth of common deeds.edmund clarence stedman
We must never forget that the record on which we judge these defendants is the record on which history will judge us tomorrow. To pass these defendants a poisoned chalice is to put it to our own lips as well.robert h. jackson
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.William Shakespeare, in the first use of the word "assassination" in Macbeth (c. 1605)
The honey-bee that wanders all day long The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant winter store, Humming in calm content his winter song, Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast, The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips, But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness closely pressed Within the poison chalice.Anne C. Lynch Botta, The Lesson of the Bee.
Why do you wash the outside of the chalice? Do you not comprehend that He who creates the inside, is also He who creates the outside?89
This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.william shakespeare