Wer did my parents send me to the schools,
That I with knowledge might enrich my mind?
Since the desire to know first made men fools,
And did corrupt the root of all mankind;

For when God's hand had written in the hearts
Of the first parents, all the rules of good,
So that their skill infus'd, did pass all arts
That ever were, before, or since the flood;

And when their reason's eye was sharp and clear,
And (as an eagle can behold the Sun)
Could have approach'd th' eternal light as near
As th' intellectual angels could have done.

Een then to them the spirit of lies suggests,
That they were blind, because they saw not ill,
And breath'd into their incorrupted breasts

A carious wish, which did corrupt their will.
For that same ill they straight desir'd to know;
Which ilt, being naught but a defect of good,
la all God's works the Devil could not show,
While man their lord in his perfection stood.

So that themselves were first to do the ill,

Fre they thereof the knowledge could attain, Like him that knew not poison's power to kill, Until (by tasting it) himself was slain.

Fen so by tasting of that fruit forbid,

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Our bodies wasted, and our spirits spent ;
When we have all the learned volumes turn'd
Which yield men's wits both help and ornament:

What can we know? or what can we discern?
When errour chokes the windows of the mind;
The divers forms of things how can we learn,
That have been ever from our birth-day blind?
When reason's lamp, which (like the Sun in sky)
Throughout man's little world her beams did
Is now become a sparkle, which doth lie [spread,
Under the ashes, half extinct, and dead:

How can we hope, that through the eye and ear,
This dying sparkle, in this cloudy place,
Can recollect these beams of knowledge clear,
Which were infus'd in the first minds by grace?

So might the heir, whose father hath in play
Wasted a thousand pounds of ancient rent,
By painful earning of one groat a day,

Hope to restore the patrimony spent.

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