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Rh Or bolder carnage track thy crimson way, Kings dispossess'd, and Provinces thy prey; Panting to tame wide earth's remotest bound; All Cortez murder'd, all Columbus found; O'er plunder'd realms to reign, detested Lord, Make millions wretched, and thyself abhorr'd; In Reason's eye, in Wisdom's fair account, Your sum of glory boasts a like amount; The means may differ, but the end's the same; Conquest is pillage with a nobler name. Who makes the sum of human blessings less, Or sinks the stock of general happiness, No solid fame shall grace, no true renown, His life shall blazon, or his memory crown. Had those advent'rous spirits who explore Thro' ocean's trackless wastes, the far-sought shore;