But rise, let us no more tend, nor blame
Each other, blamd enough elsewhere, but strive
In offices of Love, how we may lightn [ 960 ]
Each others burden in our share of woe;
Sihis days Death denounct, if ought I see,
Will prove no sudden, but a slow-pact evill,
A long days dying to augment our paine,
And to our Seed (O hapless Seed!) derivd. [ 965 ]
To whom thus Eve, rec heart, replid.
Adam, by sad experiment I know
How little weight my words with thee finde,
Found so erroneous, thence by just event
Found so unfortunate; heless, [ 970 ]
Restord by thee, vile as I am, to place
Of netance, hopeful taine
Thy Love, the sole te of my heart
Living or dying, from thee I will not hide
What thoughts in my u brest are risn, [ 975 ]
Tending to some relief of our extremes,
Or end, though sharp and sad, yet tolerable,
As in our evils, and of easier choice.
If care of our dest perplex us most,
Which must be born to certain woe, devourd [ 980 ]
By Death at last, and ……（内容加载失败！）
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