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Man, whoever you may be, look upon Eve and Mary,
And comparing your mother to her of the Savior,
See which of the two is the more beloved,
And better earns the favor of the Eternal Father.
One has all her race enslaved to the demon,
The other breaks the bondage in which her ancestors were held;
Through one comes death and through the other life,
One opens hell and the other opens the heavens.
Yet this Eve who commits us to the flames,
In the measure that she is limited, is without corruption,
And the Virgin “”blessed among all women””—
Would she be less pure in her conception?
No, no, believe none of it, and all of us, as many as we are,
Let us proclaim the contrary at every hour, in every place:
What God freely grants to the mother of men,
Let us not refuse to the Mother of God.
Pierre Corneille
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