But say I could repent and could obtaine By Act of Grace my former state: how soon would higth recal high thoughts; how soon unsay what feign'd submission swore: ease would recant vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep: which would but lead me to a worse relapse and heavier fall: so should I purchase cleave short intermission bought with double smart: This knows my punisher; therefore as far from granting here, as I from begging peace: All hope excluded thus, behold in stead of us out-cast, exil'd, his new delight, Mankind created, and for his this World. So farewell Hope, and with Hope farwel Fear, Farewel Remorse: all Good to me is lost.