Aware of fate, th’ impending evil weigh,
A helpless Phrygian nymph, thou striv’st in vain
’Gainst her of Sparta’s proud domain:
Cease, to this sea-born goddess, cease to pray,
And at her blazing shrine no longer stay:
For how can it avail
To thee with hopeless sorrow pale
To suffer all thy beauties to decay,
Because thy rulers with oppression sway?
Thou to superior might must bend.
Why, feeble as thou art, contend?