nocent

[…] [Satan] held on

His midnight search, where soonest he might finde

The Serpent: him fast sleeping soon he found

In Labyrinth of many a round self-rowld,

His head the midst, well stor’d with suttle wiles:

Not yet in horrid Shade or dismal Den,

Nor nocent yet, but on the grassie Herbe

Fearless unfeard he slept […]

Nocent, not innocent he is, that seeketh to deface,

By word the thing, that he by deed hat taught men to imbrace;

Which being now a Bishop old, doth study to destroy

The thing, which he a young man once did covet to injoy.

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