The best apology against false accusers is silence.
Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
Hide me from day's garish eye.
My sentence is for open war.
How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!