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Quotes from Death: A Poetical Essay — Beilby Porteus

1731–1809 United Kingdom

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War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.

Death: A Poetical Essay (1759)

In sober state,
Through the sequestered vale of rural life,
The venerable patriarch guileless held
The tenor of his way.

Death: A Poetical Essay (1759)

Teach him how to live,
And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.

Death: A Poetical Essay (1759)

One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero. Princes were privileged
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.

Death: A Poetical Essay (1759)

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