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304. Song—I Murder hate

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 I MURDER hate by flood or field,
 Tho’ glory’s name may screen us;
In wars at home I’ll spend my blood—
 Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty; I’m better pleas’d to make one more, Than be the death of twenty.
I would not die like Socrates, For all the fuss of Plato; Nor would I with Leonidas, Nor yet would I with Cato: The zealots of the Church and State Shall ne’er my mortal foes be; But let me have bold Zimri’s fate, Within the arms of Cozbi!

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