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MartyrHistorically, a martyr (from Greek martyros for "witness") was considered to be a person who died for their religious faith, typically by being tortured to death.Christian martyrs in the first three centuries A.D. were crucified in the same manner as Roman political prisoners or eaten by lions as a circus spectacle. Many church historians claim that there were more Christian martyrs in the 20th century than in the first 19 centuries combined. The term has since been used metaphorically for people killed in a historical struggle for some cause, such as Steve Biko or Rachel Corrie, or those whose deaths served to galvanize a particular movement, such as Matthew Shepard. In the 20th century, some writers began to apply the term to suicide bombers as well, a usage hotly disputed. To every hymn that able spirit affords,
Hearing you praised, I say 'tis so, 'tis true,
But that is in my thought, whose love.html">love to you
Then others, for the breath of words respect,
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Bound for the prize of (all too precious) you,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
I was not sick of any fear from thence.
Then lacked I matter, that enfeebled mine.
Farewell! thou.html">thou.html">thou.html">thou art too dear for my possessing,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing:
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
The cause of this fair gift.html">gift in me is wanting,
Thy self.html">self.html">self.html">self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
So thy great gift upon misprision growing,
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
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And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn:
Upon thy part I can set down a story
That thou in losing me, shalt win much glory:
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
That for thy right, my self will bear all wrong.
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt:
Thou canst not (love) disgrace me half so ill,
As I'll my self disgrace, knowing thy will,
Be absent from thy walks and in my tongue,
Lest I (too much profane) should do it wronk:
For thee, against my self I'll vow debate,
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