(I) only write it now because I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English. ("The Adoration of The Magi")

W.b. Yeats
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(I) only write it now because I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English. ("The Adoration of The Magi") In this quote, William Shakespeare was speaking about the dangers of an idea. In 1611, there was a new, dangerous idea floating around in England. This idea was the idea that the king of England should be replaced by a republic. If you wrote out this idea in a convincing way, it would be easier for the people to see the flaws in the idea and how it would be an awful fate that would come upon England.

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