“Enough is known, how mankind great
first was wrought for perfect bliss;
our fore-father it forfeited,
through an apple that he bit upon.
And for that morsel were we damn'd
to die in dolour, afar from joy,
and thence to fare to heat of hell,
there to abide, with respite none.
But soon came there the antidote;
on rood so rough ran richest blood
and winsome water; then, in that plight,
the grace of God wax'd great enough.