Religion
Book IV, 51: On ADAM
From Divine Fancies (1633), Book IV
Religion
How soon, poore Adam, was thy Freedome lost!
Forfeit to death ere thou hadst time to boast;
Before thy Triumph, was thy Glory done,
Betwixt a rising and a Setting Sun:
How soon that ends, that should have ended never!
Thine eyes ne'r slept, untill they slept for ever:
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