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To sorrow abandon’d, but worse felt within,
And in a troubled sea of pallion tost,
Thus to disburden fought with fad complaint.

O miserable of happy! is this the end 720
Of this new glorious world, and me so late
The glory of that glory, who now become
Accursid of blelled? Hide me from the face
Of God, whom to behold was then my height
of happiness! yet well, if here would end 725
The misery; I deserv'd it, and would bear
My own deservings; but this will not serve!
All that I eat, or drink, or shall beget,
Is propagated curse. O voice once heard
Delightfully, Increase and multiply; 730
Now death to hear! For what can I increase,
Or multiply, but curses on my head?
Who of all ages to succeed, but feeling
The evil on him brought by me, will curse
My head? Ill fare our ancestor impure! 735
For this we may thank Adam! but his thanks
Shall be the execration: so besides
Mine own that bide upon me, all from me
Shall with a fierce reflux on me redound:
On me as on their natural centre light 740
Heavy, though in their place. O fleeting joys
Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay,
To mold me man? Did I folicit thee
From darkness to promote me, or here place 745

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In this delicious garden? As my will
Concurr'd not to my being, it were but right
And equal to reduce me to my dust,
Desirous to relign and render back
All I receiv'd; unable to perform

750i Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold • The good I sought not. To the loss of that, Sufficient penalty, why haft thou added The sense of endless woes? Inexplicable Thy justice seems. -- Yet, to lay truth, too

late

755 I thus contest: then should have been refus'd Those terms whaiever, when they were pro

pos’d : Thou didît accept them; wilt thou enjoy the

good, Then cavil the conditions ? And though God' Made thee without thy leave; what if thy

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760 Prove disobedient, and reprov'd, retort, Wherefore didst thou beget me? I fought

it not! Wouldst thou admit for 'his contempt of thee That proud excuse? Yet him, not thy election, But natural necessity begot.

765 God made thee of choice his own, and of his

own

To serve him; thy reward was of his grace,
Thy punishment then justly is at his will.

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Be it so! for I submit: his doom is fair,
That dust I am, and shall to dust return: 770
O welcome hour whenever! Why delays
His hand to e ecute, what his decree
Fix'd on this day? Why do I dverlive?
Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd

out

To deathless pain? How gladly would I

meet

775 Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible! How glad would lay me down, As in mother's lap! There I should reft, And sleep secure: His dreadful voice no more Would 'thunder in my ears: no fear of

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780 To me and to my offspring would torment me With cruel expectation. Yet one doubt Persues me still, left all I cannot die; Lest that pure breath of life, the spirit of man Which God inspir'd, cannot together perilh 785 With this corporeal clod: then, in the grave, Or in some other dismal place, who knows But I shall die a living death? O thought Horrid , if true! Yet why? It was but breath Of life that finn’d: what dies, but what had

life

790 And fin? The body properly hath neither. All of me then shall die; let this appease. The doubt, lince human reach no further knows.

For though the Lord of all be infinite,
Is his wrath allo? Be it! Man is not so, 795
But mortal doom'd. How can he exercise
Wrath without end on man whom death must

end? Can he make deathless death? That were to

make Strange contradiction, which to God himself Imposible is held; as argument

800 Of weakness, not of pow'r. Will he draw out, For anger's fake, finite to infinite, In punish'd man, to satisfy his rigor, Satisfi'd never? That where to extend His sentence beyond dust and nature's law: 805 By which all causes else according still To the receptation of their matter act, Not to th' extent of their own fhere. But say, That Death be not one stroke, as I suppos'd, Bereaving sense: but endless misery

810 From this day onward: which I feel begun Both in me. and without me, and so last To perpetuity. Ay me! That fear Comes thund'ring back with dreadful revo

lution On my defenseless head; both Death and I 815 Am found eternal, and incorparate both, Nor I on my part single, in me all Posterity stands curs’d! Fair patrimony That I must leave ye, fons; O were I able

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To waste it all myself, and leave ye none! 820
So difinherited, how would you bless
Me noir your curse! Ah, why should all

mankind For one man's fault thus guiltless be con

demn’d, If guiltless? But from me what can proceed, But all corrupt both mind and will de

prav'd.

825. No to do only, but to will the same With me? How can they then acquitted stand In fight of God? Him after all disputes Forc'd I absolve: all my evasions vain And reasonings though thro' mazes, lead me

still

850 But to my own conviction: first and last On me, me only, as the source and spring Of all corruption, all the blame lights due: So might the wrath. Fond wish! couldst thou

fupport That burden heavier; than the earth to

bear;

835 Than all the world much heavier; though

divided With that bad woman? Thus what thou de

fir'ft And what thou fear'ft, alike destroys all hope Of refuge; and concludes thee miserable, Beyond all past example, and future: 840

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