Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

As Therefore The State Of Man Now Is, What Wisdom Can There Be To Choose, What Continence To Forbear, Without The Knowledge Of Good And Evil?

Perplexed And Troubled At His Bad Success The Tempter Stood, Nor Had What To Reply, Discovered In His Fraud, Thrown From His Hope.

The Rising World Of Waters Dark And Deep.