The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is

Mammon, The Least Erected Spirit That Fell >from Heaven; For Ev'n In Heaven His Looks And Thoughts Were Always Downward Bent, Admiring More The Riches Of Heaven's Pavement, Trodden Gold, Than Aught Divine Or Holy Else Enjoy'd In Vision Beatific.

Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.

If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is Rottenness, And Earth's Base Built On Stubble.

Did I Request Thee, Maker, From My Clay To Mould Me Man? Did I Solicit Thee From Darkness To Promote Me?

At His Birth A Star, Unseen Before In Heaven, Proclaims Him Come.