Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for humankind,

Is happy as a Lover; and attired

With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;

King Richard III., Act v. Sc. 4

SHAKESPEARE.

DEFEAT.

What though the field be lost! All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield. And what is else not to be overcome.

T. GRAY

MILTON.

Lay on, Macduff;

And damned be him that first cries, "Hold,

He that fights and runs away

May turn and fight another day;

But he that is in battle slain

Will never rise to fight again.

Ray's History of the Rebellion, p. 48. Bristol, 1752

That same man, that runnith awaie,

Maie again fight an other daie.

Erasmus, Apothegms, Trans, by Udall, 1542

For those that fly may fight again,

Wa ch he can never do, that's slain.

Butler, Hudibras. Port III. Cant, y

Never be it said That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard. Hence, babbling dreams; you threaten here in vain ;

Conscience, avaunt, Richard's himself again! Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds. To horse! away!

My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.
Shakespeare's Richard III. (Altered), Act, v. Sc. 3.

COLLEY CIBBER.

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

Death.

J. R. LOWELL.

of war.

Alexander the Great, Act iv. Sc. 2.

War, war is still the cry, knife!"

Childe Harold, Cant. i.

B. PORTEUS.

By how much unexpected, by so much We must awake endeavor for defence, For courage mounteth with occasion. King John, Act ii. Sc. 1.

BYRON.

SHAKESPEARE.

PEACE.

Take away the sword;

States can be saved without it.

Richelieu, Act ii. Sc. 2.

COWPER.

E. BULWER-LYTTON.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged War hath smoothed his wrinkled
front.

And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber,
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

King Richard III., Acti. Sc. 1.