One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. — Beilby Porteus Copy Share Image
Through the sequester'd vale of rural life The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way. — Beilby Porteus Copy Share Image
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god. — Beilby Porteus Copy Share Image
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… — Beilby Porteus Copy Share Image
One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. — Beilby Porteus Copy Share Image
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… — Beilby Porteus Copy Share Image
The joy resulting from the diffusion of blessings to all around us is the purest and sublimest that can ever enter the human mind,… — Beilby Porteus Copy Share Image
