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No more be mentioned then of violence Against our selves, and wilful barrenness, That cuts us off from hope, and savours only Rancor and pride, impatience and despite, Reluctance against God and his just yoke [ 1045 ] Laid on our Necks. Remember with what mild And gracious temper he both heard and judged Without wrauth or reviling; wee expected Immediate dissolution, which we thought Was meant by Death that day, when lo, to thee [ 1050 ] Pains only in Child-bearing were foretold, And bringing forth, soon recompenct with joy, Fruit of thy Womb: On mee the Curse aslope Glancd on the ground, with labor I must earn

My bread; what harm? Idleness had bin worse; [ 1055 ] My labor will sustain me; and least Cold Or Heat should injure us, his timely care Hath unbesaught provided, and his hands Cloathd us unworthie, pitying while he judged; How much more, if we pray him, will his ear [ 1060 ] Be open, and his heart to pitie incline, And teach us further by what means to shun Th inclement Seasons, Rain, Ice, Hail and Snow, Which now the Skie with various Face begins To shew us in this Mountain, while the Winds [ 1065 ] Blow moist and keen, shattering the graceful locks Of these fair spreading Trees; which bids us seek

Som better shroud, som better warmth to cherish Our Limbs benummd, ere this diurnal Starr Leave cold the Night, how we his gathered beams [ 1070 ] Reflected, may with matter sere foment, Or by collision of two bodies grinde The Air attrite to Fire, as late as the Clouds Justling or pusht with Winds rude in thir shock Tine the slant Lightning, whose thwart flame drivn down [ 1075 ] Kindles the gummie bark of Firr or Pine, And sends a comfortable heat from farr, Which might supply the Sun: such Fire to use, And what may else be remedy or cure To evils which our own mistakes have wrought, [ 1080 ]

Hee will instruct us praying, and of Grace Beseeching him, so as we need not fear To pass commodiously this life, sustain By him with many comforts, till we end In dust, our final rest and native home. [ 1085 ] What better can we do, then to the place Repairing where he judged us, prostrate fall Before him reverent, and there confess Humbly our faults, and pardon beg, with tears Watering the ground, and with our sighs the Air [ 1090 ] Frequent, sent from hearts contrite, in sign Of sorrow unfeigned, and humiliation meek. Undoubtedly he will relent and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene,

When angry most he seemed and most severe, [ 1095 ] What else but favor, grace, and mercie shon? So spake our Father penitent, nor Eve Felt less remorse: they forthwith to the place Repairing where he judged them prostate fell Before him reverent, and both confessed [ 1100 ] Humbly thir faults, and pardon begd, with tears Watering the ground, and with thir sighs the Air Frequent, sent from hearts contrite, in sign Of sorrow unfeigned, and humiliation meek.
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