Spent their own and Nature’s prime,
In Love; that only passion given
To perfect Man, whilst friends with Heaven.
44. Adam Pos’d
Cou’d our first father, at his toilsome plough,
Thorns in his path, and labour on his brow,
Cloath’d only in a rude, unpolish’d skin,
Cou’d he a vain fantastick nymph have seen,
In all her airs, in all her antick graces,