Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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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 | 5 |
| Are social Peace and Plenty; | |
| I’m better pleas’d to make one more, | |
| Than be the death of twenty. | |
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| I would not die like Socrates, | |
| For all the fuss of Plato; | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| Within the arms of Cozbi! | |
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