Sonnet Cxcviii:

When mateless Adam loitered in the shade, Glad as a child, and felt the pulse of life Make its own joy through veins and arteries rife, By mere excess of vital forces swayed; What more than childhood's frolics urged or stayed His aimless feet, until the fatal wife Lay by his side, and love's bewildering strife A boding part within his bosom played? Father of Knowledge, thou hast made our ways Thorny and dark; but thou hast doubled all The cheer that followed man beyond the fall; Hast dulled the grief, the wrath, the toilsome days; Hast rocked the cradle and hast spread the pall, Through love, whose grace our every loss o'erpays.