But rise, let us no more contend, nor blame

    Eac strive

    In offices of Love, n [ 960 ]

    Eachers burden in our share of woe;

    Since t, 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 can finde,

    Found so erroneous, t event

    Found so unfortunate; nevertheless, [ 970 ]

    Restord by to place

    Of neance, o regaine

    tentment of my

    Living or dying, from t hide

    ts in my unquiet 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 descent 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 Loines to bring

    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 Conception to prevent

    t, to being yet unbegot.

    C, Childless remaine:

    So Deat, and wo [ 990 ]

    Be forcd to satisfie his Ravnous Maw.

    But if t ,

    Conversing, 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 torment less t we dread,

    t once to free

    From  us make s, [ 1000 ]

    Let us seek Deat found, supply

    ith our own hands his Office on our selves;

    and we longer shivering under feares,

    t s Deathe power,

    Of many o die test choosing, [ 1005 ]

    Destruction ruction to destroy.