To kill; and numbers sanctify the crime.
Bishop Porteus, “Essay on Death.”
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,
Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
By their right arms the conquest must be wrought.
Byron, “Childe Harold.”
’Tis well! from this day forward we shall know
That in ourselves our safety must be sought;
That by our own right hands it must be wrought.
Wordsworth, “Sonnets.”