song—i murder hate
    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!