And absolute? or Sense in arms against her?
Have you two lights? Or need you no reveal’d?
Enjoy your happy realms their golden age?
And had your Eden an abstemious Eve? 1774
Our Eve’s fair daughters prove their pedigree,
And ask their Adams—‘Who would not be wise?’
Or, if your mother fell, are you redeem’d?
And if redeem’d—is your Redeemer scorn’d?
Is this your final residence? If not,
Change you your scene, translated? or by death?