No graven images may be Worshipped, except the currency. - Arthur Hugh Clough

There is no God," the wicked saith,
"And truly it's a blessing,
For what He might have done with us
It's better only guessing.

Honour thy parents; that is, all
From whom advancement may befall:
Thou shalt not kill; but need’st not strive
Officiously to keep alive.

O tell me, friends, while yet we part,
And heart can yet be heard of heart,
O tell me then, for what is it
Our early plan of life we quit;
From all our old intentions range,
And why does all so wholly change?
O tell me, friends, while yet we part!