Sin has a thousand treacherous arts To practice on the mind; With flattering looks she tempts our hearts, But leaves a sting behind. With names of virtue she deceives The ag?d and the young; And while the heedless wretch believes, She makes his fetters strong. She pleads for all the joys she brings, And gives a fair pretense; But cheats the soul of heav'nly things, And chains it down to sense. So on a tree divinely fair Grew the forbidden food; Our mother took the poison there And tainted all her blood.
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