Beilby Porteus. 1731-1808

In sober state,

Through the sequestered vale of rural life,

The venerable patriarch guileless held

The tenor of his way.[425:1]

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One murder made a villain,

Millions a hero. Princes were privileged

To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.[425:2]

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War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.

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Teach him how to live,

And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.[425:3]

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