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Of the losyng of the world thurgh synne
When Adam and Eue sesyn hade in the blis of paradys,The fende—for he hade that ioye lost—enuy had to thair delice.
Then he come in neddir liknesse to Eue with a wommans face
And sayde: “Whi bad God ȝe suld noȝt ete of all trees that ther was?”
“Of all the trees,” quod Eue, “that thar is, we may ete at our liking,
Out-tan on that is forbod paraunter for dred of deyng.”
Than sayde the fend: “Ȝe sall noȝt deye therfore, God wot it wele,
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Eue sagh that the frut was gode and ful gretly lykand;
Sho tastid sone and gaf therof till her owen husband.
Adam wolde noȝt greue his wyf bot sone he ete with hir.
Alas, that synne oblisched vs al til wikkid hell-fire!
Sone thai were put fro that place to sorow and to care,
That neuer myȝt no creature recouer it mare.
Alle thing vnder heuen made was to mannes solace,
And therfor, syn he synned, all thai lesse vertue has.
All mankynde for thi was put to thraldom of the fende,
And bounden all to his prison ay withouten ende.
How may thrall with riȝt clayme a thing of fre heritage?
With his lord may he noȝt mote, ne non of his lynage.
Thus was all this world lost, ther was no help in creature,
Bot God wist what was his wil, that of all thing was cure.
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