The Consolation of Philosophy · Boethius
Why all this furious strife? Oh, why
With rash and wilful hand provoke death's destined day?
If death ye seek--lo! Death is nigh,
Not of their master's will those coursers swift delay!
The wild beasts vent on man their rage,
Yet 'gainst their brothers' lives men point the murderous steel;
Unjust and cruel wars they wage,
And haste with flying darts the death to meet or deal.
No right nor reason can they show;
'Tis but because their lands and laws are not the same.
Wouldst thou give each his due; then know
Thy love the good must have, the bad thy pity claim.
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