The CURSE.
Cursed is the Ground for thy Sake; in Sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the Days of thy Life, &c.
Genesis iii. 17.
Curs’d be the Earth for thy Offence,
And barren be the Ground,
And full of Toil and Labour great,
Thy anxious Life be found;
Till Death thy lifeless Limbs replace
In Earth’s cold narrow Womb,
Then Dust, which at the first thou wert,
Thou quickly shalt become.
Woe, Woe, Woe to the Inhabiters of the Earth.
Revelations viii. 13.
All in whose Nostrils was the Breath of Life, of all that was in the dry Land, died.
Genesis vii. 22.
Woe, grievous Woe, to all who now
In this vile World abide;
For Times await you big with Grief,
And every Ill beside.
Though now to you a plenteous Share
Of Fortune’s Gifts may fall,
Pale Death will be, or soon or late,
A Visitant to all.