At whose command clouds dreadful thunders sound!
Ah! spare us worms; weigh not how we, alas
Evil to ourselves, against thy laws rebel;
Wash off those spots which still in mind’s clear glass,
Though we be loath to look, we see too well;
Deserv’d revenge O do not, do not take!”
(ll. 1–13.)
It closes similarly:
“Grant, when at last our souls these bodies leave,
Their loathsome shops of sin, and mansions blind,