Profanity

Jack was embarrassed—never hero more,And as he knew not what to say, he swore.

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Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain;It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.

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There written allEre Mercy weeps them out again.

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What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody. Fuck, fuckity, fuck-fuck-fuck.

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I’m always amused by those commentators who nervously insist that the working class’s constant use of the word fuck is really just “a form of punctuation.” It is, however, no more or less then what they dread: an inexhaustible river of smelted wrath, a Phlegethon of ancestral grievance.

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When I want my men to remember something important, to really make it stick, I give it to them double dirty. It may not sound nice to some bunch of little old ladies at an afternoon tea party, but it helps my soldiers to remember. You can't run an army without profanity; and it has to be eloquent profanity. An army without profanity couldn't fight its way out of a piss-soaked paper bag. … As for the types of comments I make, sometimes I just, By God, get carried away with my own eloquence.

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If you can't spontaneously detect (without analyzing) the difference between the sacred and profane, you'll never know what religion means. You will also never figure out what we commonly call art. You will never understand anything.

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And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.

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When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.

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That in the captain's but a choleric word,Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

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Do not swear at all;And I'll believe thee.

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For it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

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"He shall not die, by God," cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in: and the Recording Angel as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.

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Our armies swore terribly in Flanders.

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A demon holds a book, in which are written the sins of a particular man; an Angel drops on it from a phial, a tear which the sinner had shed in doing a good action, and his sins are washed out.

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And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,Because the insult's not on man, but God?

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