Twas not enough By subtle fraud to snatch a single life; Puny impiety! whole kingdoms fell To sate the lust of power: more horrid still, The foulest stain and scandal of our nature, Became its boast. One murder made a villain; Millions a hero. Dr. Porteus.Poem on Death.
One to destroy is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands takes a specious name, Wars glorious art, and gives immortal fame. Dr. Young.Love of Fame, Satire VII. Line 55.
Tis of all vices the most contrary To every virtue, and humanity; For they intend the pleasure and delight, But this the dissolution of nature. Shackerly.Marmion: Antiquary, Act III.