MURDER.
O blissful God, that art so just and trewe!
Lo, howe that thou biwreyest mordre alway!
Mordre wol out, that se we day by day.
The Nonnes Preestes Tale. CHAUCER.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
The Widow's Tears. G. CHAPMAN.
Murder may pass unpunished for a time,
But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
The Cock and the Fox. J. DRYDEN.
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ.
Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.