What! from his helpless Creature be repaid
Pure Gold for what he lent us dross-allay'd---
Sue for a Debt we never did contract,
And cannot answer---Oh the sorry trade!
Oh, Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with Predestin'd Evil round
Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin!
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