ADAM
Pos'd
.
COu'd
our
First
Father
,
at
his
toilsome
Plough
,
Thorns
in
his
Path
,
and
Labour
on
his
Brow
,
Cloath'd
only
in
a
rude
,
unpolish'd
Skin
,
Cou'd
he
a
vain
Fantastick
Nymph
have
seen
,
In
all
her
Airs
,
in
all
her
antick
Graces
,
Her
various
Fashions
,
and
more
various
Faces
;
How
had
it
pos'd
that
Skill
,
which
late
assign'd
Just
Appellations
to
Each
several
Kind
!
A
right
Idea
of
the
Sight
to
frame
;
T'have
guest
from
what
New
Element
she
came
;
T'have
hit
the
wav'ring
Form
,
or
giv'n
this
Thing
a
Name
.