So, seeing my corruption, can I see
This Incorruptible now born of me,
This fair new Innocence no sun did chance
To shine on, (for even Adam was no child,)
Created from my nature all defiled,
This mystery, from out mine ignorance,-
Nor feel the blindness, stain, corruption, more
Than others do, or I did heretofore?
Can hands
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