Beilby Porteus Quotes
Love is something so divine, Description would but make it less; 'Tis what I feel, but can't define, 'Tis what I know but can't express
One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
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.
Through the sequester'd vale of rural life The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.
