Quote#Death
As when sedition fires the ignoble crowd
Quote byChristopher Pitt · 1699–1748
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Æneid of Virgil (1740), Book I, line 206.
English (original)
As when sedition fires the ignoble crowd, And the wild rabble storms and thirsts for blood; Of stones and brands a mingled tempest flies, With all the sudden arms that rage supplies: If some grave sire appears, amid the strife, In morals strict, and innocence of life, All stand attentive, while the sage controuls Their wrath, and calms the tempest of their souls.
— Christopher Pitt
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