LXXIX*
What! from his helpless Creature be repaid
Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay’d —
Sue for a Debt we never did contract,
And cannot answer — Oh the sorry trade!
LXXX*
Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with Predestin’d Evil round
Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin!
LXXXI*
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And ev’n with Paradise devise the Snake:
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man
Is blacken’d — Man’s forgiveness give — and take!
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