In part, from such deformities be free,And for his Makers Image sake exempt?Thir Makers Image, answerd Michael, thenForsook them, when themselves they villifi'dTo serve ungovern'd appetite, and tookHis Image whom they serv'd, a brutish vice,Inductive mainly to the sin of Eve.Therefore so abject is thir punishment,Disfiguring not Gods likeness, but thir own,Or if his likeness, by themselves defac't
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While they pervert pure Natures healthful rulesTo loathsom sickness, worthily, since theyGods Image did not reverence in themselves.I yeild it just, said Adam, and submit.But is there yet no other way, besidesThese painful passages, how we may comeTo Death, and mix with our connatural dust?There is, said Michael, if thou well observeThe rule of not too much, by temperance taughtIn what thou eatst and drinkst, seeking from thence
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Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight,Till many years over thy head return:So maist thou live, till like ripe Fruit thou dropInto thy Mothers lap, or be with easeGatherd, not harshly pluckt, for death mature:This is old age; but then thou must outliveThy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will changeTo witherd weak & gray; thy Senses thenObtuse, all taste of pleasure must forgoe,To what thou hast, and for the Aire of youth
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Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reigneA melancholly damp of cold and dryTo waigh thy spirits down, and last consumeThe Balme of Life. To whom our Ancestor.Henceforth I flie not Death, nor would prolongLife much, bent rather how I may be quitFairest and easiest of this combrous charge,Which I must keep till my appointed dayOf rendring up. Michael to him repli'd.Nor love thy Life, nor hate; but what thou livst
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Live well, how long or short permit to Heav'n:And now prepare thee for another sight.He lookd and saw a spacious Plaine, whereonWere Tents of various hue; by some were herdsOf Cattel grazing: others, whence the soundOf Instruments that made melodious chimeWas heard, of Harp and Organ; and who moovdThir stops and chords was seen: his volant touchInstinct through all proportions low and highFled and pursu'd transverse the resonant fugue.
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In other part stood one who at the ForgeLabouring, two massie clods of Iron and BrassHad melted (whether found where casual fireHad wasted woods on Mountain or in Vale,Down to the veins of Earth, thence gliding hotTo som Caves mouth, or whether washt by streamFrom underground) the liquid Ore he dreindInto fit moulds prepar'd; from which he formdFirst his own Tooles; then, what might else be wrought