To murder thousands takes a specious name,

War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55.

How commentators each dark passage shun,

And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97.

The man that makes a character makes foes.

To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28.

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,

And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.