Bad thoughts quickly ripen into bad actions.
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.
War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.
One murder makes a villian, millions a hero
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