Why shouldst not thou like sense within thee feel When I am present, and thy trial choose With me, best witness of thy Vertue tri'd.

So spake domestick ADAM in his care And Matrimonial Love, but EVE, who thought Less attributed to her Faith sincere, Thus her reply with accent sweet renewd.

If this be our condition, thus to dwell In narrow circuit strait'nd by a Foe, Suttle or violent, we not endu'd Single with like defence, wherever met, How are we happie, still in fear of harm?
But harm precedes not sin: onely our Foe Tempting affronts us with his foul esteem Of our integritie: his foul esteeme Sticks no dishonor on our Front, but turns Foul on himself; then wherfore shund or feard By us?
who rather double honour gaine From his surmise prov'd false, finde peace within, Favour from Heav'n, our witness from th' event.

And what is Faith, Love, Vertue unassaid Alone, without exterior help sustaind?
Let us not then suspect our happie State Left so imperfet by the Maker wise, As not secure to single or combin'd.

Fraile is our happiness, if this be so, And EDEN were no EDEN thus expos'd.