Millions a hero. Princes were privileged
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
438
BEILBY PORTEUS: _Death,_ Line 154.


=Criticism--Critics.=

I am nothing if not critical.
439
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Critics I saw, that other names deface,
And fix their own, with labor, in their place.
440
POPE: _Temple of Fame,_ Line 37.


=Cromwell.=

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd.
441
MILTON: _Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell._


=Cross.=