1 Sin has a thousand treacherous arts To practise on the mind; With flattering looks she tempts our hearts But leaves a sting behind.
2 With names of virtue she deceives The aged and the young; And while the heedless wretch believes, She makes his fetters strong.
3 She pleads for all the joys she brings, And gives a fair pretence; But cheats the soul of heavenly things, And chains it down to sense.
4 So on a tree divinely fair Grew the forbidden food; Our mother took the poison there, And tainted all her blood.