This
son of Massachusetts wronged me greatly
With
the foul, malicious spewings of his
SuperPAC.
And if you wrong
me shall I not revenge?
I am
myself indifferent honest;
but yet
He would accuse me of such things that it
He would accuse me of such things that it
Were
better my mother had not borne me: I am
Proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
My beck than I have thoughts to put them in.
And yet he doth make stuff up! It burdens
My heart with sadness to witness such calumny
that one Republican would visit upon another.
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
Proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
My beck than I have thoughts to put them in.
And yet he doth make stuff up! It burdens
My heart with sadness to witness such calumny
that one Republican would visit upon another.
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind,
And makes it fearful and degenerate.
Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here,
Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here,
Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear,
The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
Which breathed this poison. The villany you teach
The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
Which breathed this poison. The villany you teach
Me, I will execute, and it shall go hard
But I will
better the instruction.
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