We must not make a scarecrow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
Their perch and not their terror.
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape, till custom make it
Their perch and not their terror.
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With Folly by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
(I changed the godess Ate for Folly)