For de little stealin'dey gits you in jail soon or late.For de big stealin'dey makes you Emperor and puts you in de Hall o' Fame when you croaks.
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements.william shakespeare
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief!
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