Seneca the Younger (Seneca) Quotes

War I abhor, and yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife, and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul.
Seneca the Younger
Seneca the Younger

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