MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that he was mortal.
MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that he was mortal.
Determined not to survive her husband, stabbed herself and handed dagger to him Paetus, it doesnt hurt. Paete, non dolet.
The Vatican is a dagger in the heart of Italy.
Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair, The midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar Invades the sacred hour of silent rest And leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast.
The incognito of lower class employment is an effective cloak for any dagger one might wish to hide.
I realized that we were all sort of conspiring, well, not conspiring against each other, but all this cloak and dagger stuff and I was like; what is this?
And there had to be a dagger thrust in the heart of the left to tell them that you are no longer gonna give five years for a Smith Act prosecution or one year for Contempt of Court, but we're gonna kill ya!
Consciousness is much more than the thorn, it is the dagger in the flesh.
The weapon of the advocate is the sword of the soldier, not the dagger of the assassin.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through See what.
Word - that invisible dagger.
Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through;
See what a rent the envious Casca made;
Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd;
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel.
Is this a dagger which I see before me The handle toward my hand.
I'll hold thee any wager,
When we are both accoutred like young men,
I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,
And wear my dagger with the braver grace,
And speak between the change of man and boy
With a reed voice; and turn two mincing steps
Into a manly stride; and speak of frays
Like a fine bragging youth; and tell quaint lies,
How honourable ladies sought my love,
Which I denying, they fell sick and died-
I could not do withal.
With this I
depart- that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I
have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country
to need my death.
Let us have a dagger between our teeth, a bomb in our hands, and an infinite scorn in our hearts.
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