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        O miserable of he end [ 720 ]

        Of te

        t Glory, who now be

        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 heard

        Deligiply, [ 730 ]

        Noo     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 ter 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 darko promote me, or here place [ 745 ]

        In this delicious Garden? as my ill

        curd not to my being, it    right

        And equal to reduce me to my dust,

        Desirous tne, and render back

        All I receavd, uo performe [ 750 ]

        terms too o hold

        t not. to t,

        Suffit 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 y begot. [ 765 ]
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