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Better end heer unborn. Why is life givn To be thus wrested from us? rather why Obtruded on us thus? who if we knew What we receive, would either not accept [ 505 ] Life offered, or soon beg to lay it down, Glad to be so dismist in peace. Can thus Th Image of God in man created once So nicely and erect, though faultie since, To such unsightly sufferings be debt [ 510 ] Under inhuman pains? Why should not Man, Retaining still Divine similitude In part, from such deformities be free, And for his Makers Image sake exempt? Thir Makers Image, answer Michael, then [ 515 ]

Forsook them, when they themselves they villifid To serve ungovernd appetite, and took His Image whom they servd, a brutish vice, Inductive mainly to the sin of Eve. Therefore so abject is thir punishment, [ 520 ] Disfiguring not Gods likeness, but thir own, Or if his likeness, by themselves defeat While they pervert pure Natures healthy rules To loathsom sickness, worthily, since they Gods Image did not reverence in themselves. [525] I yield it just, said Adam, and submit. But is there yet no other way, besides These painful passages, how we may come To Death, and mix with our connatural dust?

There is, said Michael, if thou well observe [ 530 ] The rule of not too much, by temperance taught In what thou eatt and drinkst, seeking from thence Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight, Till many years over thy head return: So maist thou live, till like ripe Fruit thou drop [ 535 ] Into thy Mothers lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly pluckt, for death mature: This is old age; but then thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change To witherd weak and gray; thy Senses then [ 540 ] Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forgoe, To what thou hast, and for the Aire of youth

Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reigne A melancholly damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume [ 545 ] The Balme of Life. To whom our Ancestor.