Princes in this case / Do hate the traitor, though they love the treason.

She was trying to find the section that described the penalties for treason. She'd browsed through the section at one point and vaguely recalled a long list of punishments culminating with the guilty party being ritually trampled to death by the population of the village of Avebury, which seemed unlikely, or at least somewhat difficult to arrange.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

You will never know of another mans heart ache by words alone