In sober state, Through the sequestered vale of rural life, The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way.
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One murder makes a villain, millions a hero
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But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! Still harder lesson! How to die.
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He who foresees calamities, suffers them twice over
War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.
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Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.
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One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
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One murder made a villain, Millions a hero.
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