But rise, let us no more tend, nor blame

        Eac strive

        In offices of Love, n [ 960 ]

        Eachers burden in our share of woe;

        Si, if ought I see,

        ill prove no sudden, but a slo evill,

        A long days dying to augment our paine,

        And to our Seed (O hapless Seed!) derivd. [ 965 ]

        to w, replid.

        Adam, by sad experiment I know

        tle weighee    finde,

        Found so erroneous, t event

        Found so unfortunate; heless, [ 970 ]

        Restord by to place

        Of neance, aine

        te of my

        Living or dying, from t hide

        ts in my u brest are risn, [ 975 ]

        tending to some relief of our extremes,

        Or end, t tolerable,

        As in our evils, and of easier choice.

        If care of our dest perplex us most,

        be born to certain woe, devourd [ 980 ]

        By Deat last, and miserable it is

        to be to others cause of misery,

        Our oten, and of our Loi

        Into this cursed orld a woful Race,

        t after c be at last [ 985 ]

        Food for so foule a Monster, in thy power

        It lies, yet ere ception to prevent

        t, to bei u.

        C, Childless remaine:

        So Deat, and wo [ 990 ]

        Be forcd to satisfie his Ravnous Maw.

        But if t ,

        versing, looking, loving, to abstain

        From Loves due Rites, Nuptial imbraces s,

        And o languis hope, [ 995 ]

        Before t object languishing

        ith like desire, which would be miserie

        And torme we dread,

        t oo free

        From    us make s, [ 1000 ]

        Let us seek Deat found, supply

        ith our own hands his Offi our selves;

        and we longer shivering under feares,

        t s Deathe power,

        Of many o die test choosing, [ 1005 ]

        Destru ru to destroy.
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