Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
  And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
The Iliad, Bk.  VII.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

  Ay me! what perils do environ
  The man that meddles with cold iron.
Hudibras, Pt.  I. Canto III.  S. BUTLER.

  Now swells the intermingling din; the jar
  Frequent and frightful of the bursting bomb;
  The falling beam, the shriek, the groan, the shout,
  The ceaseless clangor, and the rush of men
  Inebriate with rage;—­loud, and more loud
  The discord grows:  till pale Death shuts the scene,
  And o’er the conqueror and the conquered draws
  His cold and bloody shroud.

* * * * *

  War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight,
  The lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade,
  And to those royal murderers whose mean thrones
  Are bought by crimes of treachery and gore. 
  The bread they eat, the staff on which they lean.
War.  P.B.  SHELLEY.

  One to destroy is murder by the law;
  And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
  To murder thousands takes a specious name,
  War’s glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Love of Fame, Satire VII.  DR. E. YOUNG.

Great princes have great playthings.

* * * * *

But war’s a game which, were their subjects wise,
Kings would not play at.
The Task:  Winter Morning Walk.  W. COWPER.

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

Mark where his carnage and his conquest cease! 
He makes a solitude, and calls it—­peace!
The Bride of Abydos, Canto II.  LORD BYRON.

Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,
And takes away the use of it; and my sword. 
Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans’ tears,
Will not be drawn.
A New Way to Pay Old Debts, Act v.  Sc. 1.  P. MASSINGER.

  Ez fer war, I call it murder,—­
    There you hev it plain an’ flat;
  I don’t want to go no furder
    Than my Testyment fer that.
The Biglow Papers, First Series, No.  I.  J.R.  LOWELL.

WATERS.

Water is the mother of the vine,
The nurse and fountain of fecundity. 
The adorner and refresher of the world.
The Dionysia.  C. MACKAY.

                 Till taught by pain,
  Men really know not what good water’s worth;
  If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
  Or with a famished boat’s-crew had your berth,
  Or in the desert heard the camel’s bell,
  You’d wish yourself where Truth is—­in a well.
Don Juan, Canto II.  LORD BYRON.

Water its living strength first shows,
When obstacles its course oppose.
God, Soul, and World.  J.W.  GOETHE.