That ornamental excrement that grows beneath the chin

Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, / Less than the weed that grows beside thy door.

i just take it on the chin and get on with it

keep your chin up.

Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, less than the weed that grows beside thy door.

By cool Siloam's shady rill / How sweet the lily grows! / How sweet the breath beneath the hill / Of Sharon's dewy rose!