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

’Twas on a sunny summer day
I trod a mighty city’s street,
And when I started on my way
My heart was full of fancies sweet;
But soon, as nothing could be seen,
But countenances sharp and keen,
Nought heard or seen around but told
Of something bought or something sold,
And none that seemed to think or care
That any save himself was there.

Trust me, I’ve read your German sage
To far more purpose e’er than you did;
You find it in his wisest page,
Whom God deludes is well deluded.

Grace is given of God, but knowledge is bought in the market;
Knowledge needful for all, yet cannot be had for the asking.