Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt read more

Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe
That all was lost.

I couldn't live in peace if I put the shadow of a wilful sin
between myself and God.

I couldn't live in peace if I put the shadow of a wilful sin
between myself and God.

Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.
[Ger., Das Uebel macht eine Geschichte und das Gute keine.]

Sin writes histories, goodness is silent.
[Ger., Das Uebel macht eine Geschichte und das Gute keine.]

Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.

Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.

Good understanding giveth favour: but the way of transgressors
is hard.

Good understanding giveth favour: but the way of transgressors
is hard.

But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

But the trail of the serpent is over them all.

Every sin is the result of a collaboration.

Every sin is the result of a collaboration.

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

Every sin is the result of collaboration.

After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.

After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.