Ayn Rand: 1639

My Brethren all attend,
And list to my relation:
This is the day, mark what I say,
Tends to your renovation;
Stay not among the Wicked,
Lest that with them you perish,
But let us to New-England go,
And the Pagan People cherish;

Then for the truths sake come along, come along,
Leave this place of Superstition :
Were it not for we, that the Brethren be,
You would sink into Perdition.

--From Rump: or An Exact collection of the choycest poems--

They were talking about religion, and going Galt over that; but money is our religion, so it's schools of economics that we fight our wars over.