Hence! Flatt’ry hence! nor pour in vain
Thy direfull influence o’er my mind
’Tis sated — & reflects with pain
To thy weak arts it e’er resigned
By sweet sincerity I vow
Against thee I my soul will arm
Suspicion guards my heart & thou
No longer hast the pow’r to charm
Yet ah! this mandate once obey’d
“What art, what charm” the void can fill
Truth, simple truth and unarray’d
Can ne’er produce thy rapt’rous thrill
Timanthes