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The world is grown so bad,
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
— King Richard III, Act I Scene 3
KEYWORD: bloody
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And they, like straggling slaves for pillage fighting,
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'Lo, here weeps Hecuba, here Priam dies,
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'Mine enemy was strong, my poor self weak,
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'Now, by the Capitol that we adore,
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