GOD by his Wisdome, and all seeing Pow'r
Ordained Man unto Eternitie,
Sathan through malice, turnes that sweet to sowre,
Man eating the forbidden Fruit must Die:
No remedy was left to scape this Curse,
The sore still looked on became the worse.
He out of that delightsome place is throwne
To travell in the World with woe distrest,
Through all his life a Pilgrim he is knowne,
With Cares and Sorrowes, and with griefes opprest:
The more he lookes into his wretched state,
The more he rues his fact but all too late.
Whereas he was created King of all
The Creatures God on Earth created bad,
His Glory bated is by this his Fall,
No creature now on Earth remaines to bad:
The sencelesse Beast the sence of this has found,
And having Man possest with death doth wound.
The Earth disdaines to yeeld to him her strength
But pricking Thornes and Brambles forth doth send,
Till with his sweat and labours she at length
Onely for sustenance some food doth lend:
Thus he that was a heavenly Creature form'd,
By disobedience to a wretch is turn'd.
Of all the Trees that in the Garden grew,
He onely was forbidden that alone,
His Wife from that obedience soone him drew,
And taste thereof he did although but one:
O wretched man! what hast thou lost hereby
Wicked woman to cause thy husband dye.
T'is not saying, the Serpent thee deceiv'd,
That can excuse the fault thou didst commit;
For of all Joyes thou hast thy selfe bereav'd,
And by thy Conscience thou dost stand convict.
Thy husband not alone the falt must rue,
A punishment for sinne to thee is due.
For as thou now conceives thy seed in sinne,
So in great sorrow thou must bring it foorth,
The game which thou by that same fruit didst winne,
Thou now dost find to bee of little worth:
Obedience to thy Husband yeeld thou must,
And both must Dye and turned be to Dust.
The Truth sometimes is used by the Divell
When as he sayd, Your eyes, should opened bee,
And that you should discerne the good from evill,
When you the Fruit had tasted of that tree:
But hee told not your actions, should be sinne
And Death should be the good which you should winne.
For now your strength to weakenesse turned is,
You know the Good but have no powre to chuse't,
Your eyes is ope, to see your owne amisse,
And to behold the blisse you have refus'd:
You see your nakednesse made vilde by Sinne,
And now seekes for a place to hide you in.
But O alas! your deeds discover'd are,
You naked lye to those all-seeing eyes,
He viewes your actions and doth see you bare,
Bare of all Goodnesse, vilde deformities:
And in your selves you have no power to mend,
For all your strength is sinne Sathan doth lend.
Now seizes on your sicknesse Griefes and Feares,
Which night and day with trouble will torment;
Your sweet Delights, are turned all to teares,
And now what you have done, with woe repent!
Nothing but Griefes and Feares and sad annoyes,
You now possesse, in stead of endlesse Joyes.
You were immortall, but are mortall made;
You were created pure, but now are vilde;
Your splendant Glories turned all to shade,
Your Innocence the Devill hath beguilde:
You were created Children of the Lord,
But now are loathsome Dung, to be abhorr'd.
Which way, can you recouer this your losse?
What friend have you, that will this great debt pay?
Can you gaine, pure gold from filthy drosse?
Or have you power to call againe that Day;
No, you are in a laborinth of woe,
And endlesse is the maze in which you goe.
Yet courage Woman, whose weake spirit's dead,
GOD in his love a helpe for thee hath found,
Bee sure thy Seed shall bruise the Serpents head,
CHRIST by his Death shall Sathan deadly wound:
This Lyon of Iudea resist who can,
In him is blest the whole Off-spring of man.
This Promise in due time fulfill'd hath GOD,
Vnto the comfort of each mortall weight;
CHRIST payes our Debt hee's beaten with that rod
That doth belong unto our Soules of right:
His Fathers wrath was powred upon him,
Which doth belong as due to us for Sinne.
Hee dy'd vpon the Crosse and conquered Death.
That though wee dye yet live againe wee must,
He buried was and risen is from Earth,
And raignes with God in Heaven amongst the Just:
With him, our Soules and Bodies rais'd hath hee,
And from death's thraldome now, hath set us free.
Ordained Man unto Eternitie,
Sathan through malice, turnes that sweet to sowre,
Man eating the forbidden Fruit must Die:
No remedy was left to scape this Curse,
The sore still looked on became the worse.
He out of that delightsome place is throwne
To travell in the World with woe distrest,
Through all his life a Pilgrim he is knowne,
With Cares and Sorrowes, and with griefes opprest:
The more he lookes into his wretched state,
The more he rues his fact but all too late.
Whereas he was created King of all
The Creatures God on Earth created bad,
His Glory bated is by this his Fall,
No creature now on Earth remaines to bad:
The sencelesse Beast the sence of this has found,
And having Man possest with death doth wound.
The Earth disdaines to yeeld to him her strength
But pricking Thornes and Brambles forth doth send,
Till with his sweat and labours she at length
Onely for sustenance some food doth lend:
Thus he that was a heavenly Creature form'd,
By disobedience to a wretch is turn'd.
Of all the Trees that in the Garden grew,
He onely was forbidden that alone,
His Wife from that obedience soone him drew,
And taste thereof he did although but one:
O wretched man! what hast thou lost hereby
Wicked woman to cause thy husband dye.
T'is not saying, the Serpent thee deceiv'd,
That can excuse the fault thou didst commit;
For of all Joyes thou hast thy selfe bereav'd,
And by thy Conscience thou dost stand convict.
Thy husband not alone the falt must rue,
A punishment for sinne to thee is due.
For as thou now conceives thy seed in sinne,
So in great sorrow thou must bring it foorth,
The game which thou by that same fruit didst winne,
Thou now dost find to bee of little worth:
Obedience to thy Husband yeeld thou must,
And both must Dye and turned be to Dust.
The Truth sometimes is used by the Divell
When as he sayd, Your eyes, should opened bee,
And that you should discerne the good from evill,
When you the Fruit had tasted of that tree:
But hee told not your actions, should be sinne
And Death should be the good which you should winne.
For now your strength to weakenesse turned is,
You know the Good but have no powre to chuse't,
Your eyes is ope, to see your owne amisse,
And to behold the blisse you have refus'd:
You see your nakednesse made vilde by Sinne,
And now seekes for a place to hide you in.
But O alas! your deeds discover'd are,
You naked lye to those all-seeing eyes,
He viewes your actions and doth see you bare,
Bare of all Goodnesse, vilde deformities:
And in your selves you have no power to mend,
For all your strength is sinne Sathan doth lend.
Now seizes on your sicknesse Griefes and Feares,
Which night and day with trouble will torment;
Your sweet Delights, are turned all to teares,
And now what you have done, with woe repent!
Nothing but Griefes and Feares and sad annoyes,
You now possesse, in stead of endlesse Joyes.
You were immortall, but are mortall made;
You were created pure, but now are vilde;
Your splendant Glories turned all to shade,
Your Innocence the Devill hath beguilde:
You were created Children of the Lord,
But now are loathsome Dung, to be abhorr'd.
Which way, can you recouer this your losse?
What friend have you, that will this great debt pay?
Can you gaine, pure gold from filthy drosse?
Or have you power to call againe that Day;
No, you are in a laborinth of woe,
And endlesse is the maze in which you goe.
Yet courage Woman, whose weake spirit's dead,
GOD in his love a helpe for thee hath found,
Bee sure thy Seed shall bruise the Serpents head,
CHRIST by his Death shall Sathan deadly wound:
This Lyon of Iudea resist who can,
In him is blest the whole Off-spring of man.
This Promise in due time fulfill'd hath GOD,
Vnto the comfort of each mortall weight;
CHRIST payes our Debt hee's beaten with that rod
That doth belong unto our Soules of right:
His Fathers wrath was powred upon him,
Which doth belong as due to us for Sinne.
Hee dy'd vpon the Crosse and conquered Death.
That though wee dye yet live againe wee must,
He buried was and risen is from Earth,
And raignes with God in Heaven amongst the Just:
With him, our Soules and Bodies rais'd hath hee,
And from death's thraldome now, hath set us free.