858 WAR
Ratio et consilium propria? ducis artes.
The proper qualities of a general are judgment and deliberation.
Tacitus—Annates. III. 20.
Miseram pacem vel bello bene mutari.
Even war is better than a wretched peace.
Tacitus—Annates. III. 44.
Deos fortioribus adesse.
The gods are on the side of the stronger.
Tacitus—Annates. IV. 17.
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We can start at once. We made preparations
on the way.
Commander Joseph K. Taussig for the
American Navy, to the British Admiral's
query: "When will you be ready?" (1917)
Erroneously attributed to Admiral Sims.
A little more grape. Captain Bragg.
Attributed to General Taylor at Buena
Vista. Feb. 23, 1847.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said,
Into the valley of death
Rode the six hundred.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Charge of the Light Brigade. St. 1 .
Forward, the Light Brigade!
Was there a man dismayed?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of death
Rode the six hundred.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Charge of the Light Brigade. St. 2.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,'
Cannon in front of them
Volley 'd and thunder'd;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Charge of the Light Brigade. St. 3.
"Jaws of death" used by Du Bartas—
Weekes and Workes. Day I. Pt. IV.
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4.
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Drayton)
The children born of thee are sword and fire,
Red ruin, and the breaking up of law.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Idylls of the King. Guinevere. L.
423.
Omnia prius experiri verbis quam armis sapientem decet.
It becomes a wise man to try negotiation
before arms.
Terence—Eunuchus. V. 1. 19.
WAR
Sed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus
ilium magis Graecum versiculum secularis sententiaB sibi adhibent, "Qui fugiebat, rursus prceliabitur:" ut et rursus forsitan fugiat.
But overlooking the divine exhortations,
they act rather upon that Greek verse of
worldly significance, "He who flees will fight
again," and that perhaps to betake himself
again to flight.
Tertullian—De Fuga in Persecutione. Ch.
10.
| seealso = (See also Butler)
| topic = War
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| text = <poem>But what most showed the vanity of life
Was to behold the nations all on fire.
Thomson—Castle of Indolence. Canto I. 55.
Ten good soldiers, wisely led,
Will beat a hundred without a head.
D. W. Thompson—Paraphrase of Euripides.
| seealso = (See also Scott)
| topic = War
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| text = <poem>Fight the good fight of faith.
I Timothy. VI. 12.
A thousand touching traits testify to the sa
cred power of the love which a righteous war
awakes in noble nations.
Treitschke—German History. Vol.1. P. 482.
War is elevating, because the individual disappears before the great conception of the state.
. . . What a perversion of morality to wish
to abolish heroism among men!
Treitschke—Politics. Vol. I. P. 74.
God will see to it that war always recurs as a
drastic medicine for the human race.
Treitschke—Politics. Vol. I. P. 76.
This is the soldier brave enough to tell
The glory-dazzled world that "war is hell."
Henry Vax Dyke—On the St. Gaudens'
Statue of Gen. Sherman.
| seealso = (See also Sherman)
| topic = War
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| text = <poem>Anna virumque cano.
Arms and the man I sjng.
Vergil—Æneid. Bk
smg.
v.T. 1.
Una salus victis nullam sperare salutem.
The only safety for the conquered is to expect no safety.
Vergil—Æneid. II. 354.
Dolus an virtus quis in hoste requirat?
Who asks whether the enemy were defeated
by strategy or valor?
Vergil—Æneid. II. 390.
Exigui numero, sed bello vivida virtus.
Small in number, but their valor tried in
war, and glowing.
Vergil—Æneid. V. 754.
Saevit amor ferri et scelerata insania belli.
The love of arms and the mad wickedness
of war are raging.
Vergil—Æneid. VII. 461.
