Fling this useless book away | |
And presume no more to pray; | |
Heaven is just and can bestow | |
Mercy on none but those that mercy show. | |
| 5 | With a proud heart maliciously inclined |
Not to increase, but to subdue mankind, | |
In vain you vex the gods with your petition; | |
Without repentance and sincere contrition | |
You’re in a reprobate condition. | |
| 10 | Phillis, to calm the angry powers |
And save my soul as well as yours, | |
Relieve poor mortals from despair | |
And justify the gods that made you fair; | |
And in those bright and charming eyes | |
| 15 | Let pity first appear, then love, |
That we by easy steps may rise | |
Through all the joys on earth to those above. |