What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison'd flattery?
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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 shakespeareWhen squint-eyed Slander plies the unhallow'd tongue, From poison'd maw when Treason weaves his line, And Muse apostate (infamy to song!) Grovels, low muttering, at Sedition's shrine.
james beattieLet us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of kings. How some have been depos'd, some slain in war, some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd. Some poison'd by their wives, some sleeping kill'd, all murder'd.
william shakespeareThis even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
william shakespeareBy them there sat the loving pelican, Whose young ones, poison'd by the serpent's sting, With her own blood to life again doth bring.
Michael Drayton