Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
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.
Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.