The angels’ envy art thou, here, in man’s estate.
Consider, then, this doom; revolve it in thy mind;
That woman’s change, compared with this, was joy, thou’lt find.
To push ambition’s course beyond the stars thou’st sought?
Refused hast thou first Adam to adore, as naught?[107]
But seed of Adam art thou, O degenerate man!
Why wilt thou then as glory count dark shame’s foul ban?
Why proudly vaunt thou’lt conquer all this teeming earth?
Why fondly fancy rumor ’ll sound thy passing worth?230
Should winter’s snow in heaps encumber all earth’s soil,