Of blasphemy a holy act. Weak fools!

To think it pleaseth Him who made them in

His image—that that image should be torn,

Defaced, and blotted.

Constantia Louisa Riddell.

But hence, far hence be ostentatious pomp,

And superstition’s tinsel.

Samuel Hayes.

Fell Superstition leads

Her horrid train, engendered in the womb