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  our trade is more ancient, is the painful-plow.
 * Then ſaid the jolly plowman,

calling I deſpiſe, each man has his living, his trade relies; Adam was a gard’ner, he has cauſe to rue, ſoon he loſt the garden. went to hold the plow.
 * He had the whole tutation,

every thing was there, the tree of knowledge, fruit appeared ſo fair, nothing elſe could pleaſe him, all the fruit that grew, which he loſt the garden, went to hold the plow Adam in the garden, ſet to keep it right, tell me how long ſtaid he, I think not one night, eat not of his labours, what was not his due, was put from the garden, ſent to held the plow.
 * Old Adam was the plowman,

plowing was begun, next that him ſucceeded; Cain his eldeſt ſon, of each generation, calling doth purſue,