You powerful Gods! if I must be An injur'd offering to Love's deity, Grant my revenge, this plague on men, That woman ne'er may love again. Then I'll with joy submit unto my fate, Which by your justice gives their empire date. Depose that proud insulting boy, Who most is pleas'd when he can most destroy; O let the world no longer govern'd be By such a blind and childish Deity! For if you gods be in your power severe, We shall adore you, not from love, but fear. But if you'll his divinity maintain, O'er men, false men, confine his torturing reign; And when their hearts love's greatest torments prove, Let that not pity, but our laughter move. Thus scorn'd and lost to all their wishes aim, Let Rage, Despair, and Death, then end their flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING BUT LEAVES by LUCY EVELINA AKERMAN THE SAILOR'S WIFE by JEAN ADAMS THE LITTLE CROSS by EDITH AGNEW A HINT FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL by PHILIP AYRES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 43 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |