Such Sweet Compulsion Doth In

The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is Silence.

First Moloch, Horrid King, Besmirched In Blood, Of Human Sacrifice, And Parent's Tears, Though, For The Noise Of Drums And Timbrels Loud, Their Childrens' Cries Unheard, That Passed Through Fire, To His Grim Idol.

Time, Though In Eternity, Applied To Motion, Measures All Things Durable By Present, Past, And Future.

Hear All Ye Angels, Progeny Of Light, Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.

Accuse Not Nature: She Hath Done Her Part; Do Thou But Thine.