Classic Poem

Fling this useless Book away,
And presume no more to Pray;
Heav'n is just , and can bestow
Mercy on none but those that Mercy show.
With a proud Heart maliciously inclin'd
Not to encrease , but to subdue Mankind.
In vain you vex the Gods with your Petition;
Without Repentance and sincere Contrition,
You're in a Reprobate Condition.
Phillis , to calm the angry Powers,
And save my Soul as well as yours,
Relieve poor Mortals from Despair,
And justifie the Gods that made you fair;
And in those bright and charming Eyes
 Let Pity first appear, then Love;
That we by easie steps may rise
 Through all the Joys on Earth, to those Above.