English poem
Clviii. [133]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
“You ne’er abus’d, nor yet refus’d my Written Word, you plead; That’s true," quoth he, “therefore shall ye the less be punishéd. You shall not smart for any part of other men’s offense, But for your own transgressi-on receive due recompense.“
Insufficiency of the light of Nature.
CLIX.
“But we were blind,” say they, “in mind; too dim was Nature’s Light, Our only guide, as hath been tried, to bring us to the sight Of our estate degenerate, and curs’d by Adam’s Fa’l; How we were born and lay forlorn in bondage and in thrall.