The Adamus exul of Grotius; or The Prototype of Paradise Lost — page 67: what you’re looking at

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Adam. Jehovah. ADAMUS EXUL. . Of man and beast, and dust shall be thy food. And know, thou outcast demon, that this plot Against this woman shall at last outburst With triple ruin and confusion poured On thy own head. Myself will be her friend, Her champion armed. My word shall advocate The woman’s cause, and my free spirit burn Within her kindling conscience, and the host Of ministering angels still protect The spark of immortality. Her seed Shall be her Saviour, and his brethren love His bright regeneration, and detest The foul apostate traitor by whose fraud And complicate perversity they fell. Thou hast indeed bruiséd her heel, but she Shall sorer crush thy head, and be avenged ; For so my grace shall triumph o’er my justice. But thou, O guilty woman! shalt not thus All purifying anguish, chastening grief, Escape, or woe remedial, curative ; For thy desire and trembling fear shall grow Towards thy injured husband. He shall rule More sternly, more severely, over her, So nearly his perdition and his curse. And I will multiply thy motherly cares And sorrows in conception and in birth. Thou, too, her spouse—thou conscience-smitten man— Whose faith thus grievously hath been seduced By demon pride and passion—for thy sake | I curse the ground thou tillest, and in woe And tribulation, and the sweat of brow, Shalt thou elicit from its sterile womb Thy hard-earned sustenance, till thou return To dust, whence thou wast taken, and repose, After life’s fitful fever, in the grave. O hard condition! spirit-blighting curse ! How shall all joy hereafter be dissolved Iu gushing tears of penitence and shame ! Now, grace-delivered victim of just doom, Survey thyself and know thyself a man ; Thou who erewhile by knowledge didst attempt To equal the Supreme! what art thou now ? How changed, how fallen thy aspect ; how o’erveiled With inextinguishable mournfulness ! Ambitioning the greatest, thou hast lost The great, the good, the immaculate, the fair ; And that bright passion, too refined for earth, For Heaven too voluptuous, is commixed With heart-consuming care. Now, lest ye pluck That tree of life immortal, ne’er restored But by all-sacrificing death, behold ! COL @ DOO <S (c@