Inscription for a statue of field-marshal Suworow

This was a Warrior of renown,
A Hero bred, and born to kill;
Who scrupled not to shed his own,
When he lack’d other blood to spill.
And often would he turn his arms
On those within his bosom bred,
And quell by fire the mighty swarms
That with his life-blood he had fed.
His person, cover’d o’er with glory,
In truth was little clean or nice;
And ’tis a question in his story,
Whether he kill’d more men or lice.