O miserable of he end [ 720 ]
Of te
t Glory, who now becom
Accurst of blessed, he face
Of God, wo beh
Of well, if here would end [ 725 ]
t, and would beare
My o t serve;
All t I eat or drink, or s,
Is propagated curse. O voice once heard
Deligiply, [ 730 ]
Noo can I encrease
Or multiplie, but curses on my head?
o succeed, but feeling
t by me, will curse
My or impure, [ 735 ]
For t hanks
Sion; so besides
Mine o bide upon me, all from mee
Sh a fierce reflux on mee redound,
On mee as on tural center light [ 740 ]
ing joyes
Of Paradise, deare bouging woes!
Did I request thee, Maker, from my Clay
to mould me Man, did I sollicite thee
From darkness to promote me, or here place [ 745 ]
In this delicious Garden? as my ill
Concurd not to my being, it right
And equal to reduce me to my dust,
Desirous to resigne, and render back
All I receavd, unable to performe [ 750 ]
terms too o hold
t not. to t,
Sufficient penaltie, hou added
the sense of endless woes? inexplicable
tice seems; yet to say trutoo late, [ 755 ]
I test; then should have been refusd
terms wever, whey were proposd:
t accept t the good,
tions? and though God
Made t t if thy Son [ 760 ]
Prove disobedient, and reprovd, retort,
t me? I soug not
ouldst t for empt of thee
t proud excuse? yet tion,
But Natural necessity begot. [ 765 ]