The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is

The Childhood Shows The Man, As Morning Shows The Day.

His Rod Revers'd, And Backward Mutters Of Dissevering Power.

Good, The More Communicated, More Abundant Grows.

And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her Sons.

On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity Perhaps Their Loves, Or Else Their Sheep, Was All That Did Their Silly Thoughts So Busy Keep.