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��Here fits our Grandame in retired place, And in her lap, her bloody Cain new born. The weeping Imp oft looks her in the face, Bewails his unknown hap, and fate forlorn; His Mother fighs, to think of Paradife, And how fhe loft her blifs, to be more wife. Believing him that was, and is. Father of lyes.
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Here Cain and Abel come to facrfiice.
Fruits of the Earth, and Fatlings each do bring,
On Abels gift the fire defcends from Skies,
But no fuch fign on falfe Cains offering;
With fullen hateful looks he goes his wayes.
Hath thoufand thoughts to end his brothers da3^es.
Upon whofe blood his future good he hopes to raiie
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There ^^g/ keeps his fheep, no ill he thinks, His brother comes, then a6ls his fratricide. The Virgin Earth, of blood her firft draught drinks But fince that time fhe often hath been cloy'd; The wretch with gaftly face and dreadful mind. Thinks each he fees will ferve him in his kind, Thouo:h none on Earth but kindred near then could he find.
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