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]
Death. Line 108.
One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero. Princes were privileged
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.[425:2]
Death. Line 154.
War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.
Death. Line 178.
Teach him how to live,
And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.[425:3]
Death. Line 316.
Footnotes
[425:1] See Gray, page 385.
[425:2] See Young, page 311.
[425:3] See Tickell, page 313.