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, and discovers deaths of several sorts. A Battle at Land, and a Naval Fight._ _Adam._ O wretched offspring! O unhappy state Of all mankind, by me betrayed to fate! Born, through my crime, to be offenders first; And, for those sins they could not shun, accurst. _Eve._ Why is life forced on man, who, might he chuse, Would not accept what he with pain must lose? Unknowing, he receives it; and when, known, He thinks it his, and values it, 'tis gone. _Raph._ Behold of every age; ripe manhood see, Decrepid years, and helpless infancy: Those who, by lingering sickness, lose their breath; And those who, by despair, suborn their death: See yon mad fools, who for some trivial right, For love, or for mistaken honour, fight: See those, more mad, who throw their lives away In needless wars; the stakes which monarchs lay, When for each other's provinces they play. Then, as if earth too narrow were for fate, On open seas their quarrels they debate: In hollow wood they floating armies bear; And force imprisoned winds to bring them near. _Eve._ Who would the miseries of man foreknow? Not knowing, we but share our part of woe: Now, we the fate of future ages bear, And, ere their birth, behold our dead appear. _Adam._ The deaths, thou show'st, are forced and full of strife, Cast headlong from the precipice of life. Is there no smooth descent? no painless way Of kindly mixing with our native clay? _Raph._ There is; but rarely shall that path be trod, Which, without horror, leads to death's abode. Some few, by temperance taught, approaching slow, To distant fate by easy journies go: Gently they lay them down, as evening sheep On their own woolly fleeces softly sleep. _Adam._ So noiseless would I live, such death to find; Like timely fruit, not shaken by the wind, But ripely dropping from the sapless bough, And, dying, nothing to myself would owe. _Eve._ Thus, daily changing, with a duller taste Of lessening joys, I, by degrees, would waste: Still quitting ground, by unperceived decay, And steal myself from life, and melt away. _Raph._ Death you have seen: Now see your race revive, How happy they in deathless pleasures live; Far more than I can show, or you can see, Shall crown the blest with immortality. _Here a Heaven descends, full of Angels, and blessed Spirits, with soft Music, a Song and Chorus._ _Adam._ O goodness infinite! whose heavenly will Can so much good produce from so much ill! Happ
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