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
War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.
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.
One murder makes a villian, millions a hero
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.