Now swimming in the sentiment of joy,
Or the sensation (if that phrase seem wrong),
And afterward, if he must needs destroy,
In such good company as always throng
To battles, sieges, and that kind of pleasure,
No less delighted to employ his leisure;
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But always without malice: if he warred
Or loved, it was with what we call "the best
Intentions," which form all Mankind's trump card,