And understood not all was but a show Rather than solid virtue, all but a rib277 885 Crookèd by nature, bent, as now appears, More to the part sinister from me drawn,278 Well if thrown out, as supernumerary279 To my just number found. O why did God,280 Creator wise, that peopled highest Heav’n 890 With Spirits masculine, create at last281 This novelty on earth, this fair defect282 Of nature, and not fill the world at once With men as angels without feminine, Or find some other way to generate 895 Mankind? this mischief had not then befall’n, And more that shall befall,
