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The good befall’n him, author unsuspect,
Friendly to man, far from deceit or guile.
What fear I then, rather what know to fear
Under this ignorance of good and evil,
Of God or death, of law or penaltie ?
Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine,
Fair to the eye, inviting to the taste,
Of vertue to make wise : what hinders then
To reach, and feed at once both bodie and mind?
So saying, her rath hands in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck’d, she eat :
Earth felt the wound, and nature from her seat.
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe,
That all was loft. Back to the thicket nunk
The guiltie serpent, and well might, for Eve
Intent now wholly on her taste, naught else
Regarded, such delight till then, as seem'd,
In fruit she never tasted, whether true
Or fansied so, through expectation high
Of knowledge, nor was godhead from her thought.
Greedily the ingorg'd without restraint,
And knew not eating death : satiate at length,
And hight'n'd as with wine, jocond and boon,
Thus to herself the pleasingly began.
sovran, vertuous, precious of all trees In paradise, of operation blest To sapience, hitherto obscur’d, infam'd, And thy fair fruit let hang, as to no end Created ; but henceforth my early care, Not without rong, each morning, and due praise Shall tend thee, and the fertil burden ease
Of thy full branches offer'd free to all;
Till dieted by thee I grow mature
In knowledge, as the gods who all things know ;
Though others envie what they cannot give ;
For had the gift been theirs, it had not here
Thus grown. Experience, next to thee I owe,
Best guide; not following thee, I had remain'd.
In ignorance, thou op'n'st wisdom's way,
And giv'At access, though secret the retire.
And I perhaps am secret ; heav'n is high,
High and remote to see from thence distinct
Each thing on earth; and other care perhaps ;
May have diverted from continual watch
Our great forbidder, safe with all his spies
About him. But to Adam in what fort
Shall I appeer ? Thall I ito him make known
As yet my change, and give him to partake.
Full happiness with me, or rather not,
But keep the odds of knowledge in my power ?
Without copartner? so to add what wants
In femal sex, the more to draw his love,
And render me more equal, and perhaps, ,
A thing diot undesirable, sometime :
Superior; for inferior who is free?"
This may be well: but what if God have seena:
And death ensue? then I shall be no more,
And Adam wedded to another Eve,
Shall live with her enjoying, I extinct;
A death to think. Confirm'd' then I resolve,
Adam Thall share with me in bliss or woe :
So dear I love him, that with him all deaths.
I could endure, without him live no life.
So saying, from the tree her steps the turn'd, But first low rev'rence done, as to the power That dwelt within, whose presence had infus'd Into the plant sciential fap, deriy'd From nectar, drink of gods. Adam the while Waiting desirous her return, had wove Of choicest flours a garland to adorn Her tresses, and her rural labours crown As reapers oft are wont their harvest queen. Great joy he promis'd to his thoughts, and new Solace in her return, so long delay’d; Yet oft his heart, divine of something ill, Misgave him; he the faultring measure felt; And forth to meet her went, the way she took That morn when first they parted; by the tree Of knowledge he must pass, there he her met, Scarce from the tree returning ; in her hand A bough of faireft fruit that downie (mild, New gather'd, and ambrosial (mell diffus'd. To him the halted, in her face excuse Came prologue, and apologie to prompt, Which with bland words at will the thus addreft,
Haft thou not wonder’d, Adam, at my stay? Thee I have misst, and thought it long, depriv'd Thy presence, agonie of love" till now Not felt, nor shall be twice, for never more Mean I to trie, what rath untri'd I fought, The pain of absence from thy fight. But Arange Hath been the cause, and wonderful to hear : This tree is not as we are told, a tree
Of danger tasted, nor to evil unknown
Op'ning the way, but of divine effect
To open eyes, and make them gods who taste ;
And hath been tafted such : the serpent wise,
Or not restrain'd as we, or not obeying,
Hath eat'n of the fruit, and is become,
Not dead, as we are threatn'd, but thenceforth
Endu'd with human voice and human sense,
Reason to admiration, and with me
Persuasively hath lo prevail'd, that I
Have also tasted, and have allo found
Th'effects to correspond, opner mine eyes,
Dimm erst, dilated spirits, ampler heart,
And growing up to godhead ; which for thee
Chiefly I fought, without thee can despise :
For bliss, as thou hast part, to me is bliss,
Tedious, unthar'd with thee, and odious foon,
Thou therefore also taste, that equal lot
May join us, equal joy, as equal love;
Least thou not tafting, different degree
Disjoin us, and I then too late renounce
Deitie for thee, when fate will not permit,
Thus Eve with countnance blithe her storie told;
But in her cheek diftemper Aushing glow'd.
On th'other side, Adam, foon as he heard
The fatal trespass done by Eve, amaz’d,
Aftonied food and blank, while horror chill
Ran through his veins, and all his jaints relax?d;
From his Nack hand the garland wreath for Eve
Down drop'd, and all the faded rofes Thed :
Speechless he stood and pale, till thus at length
First to himself he inward silence broke.
O faireft of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excell'd Whatever can to fight or thought be form'd, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet ! How art thou loft, how on a sudden loft, Defac't, deflour'd, and now to death devote? Rather how hast thou yielded to transgress The strict forbiddance, how to violate The sacred fruit forbidd'n! fome cursed fraud Of enemie hath beguild thee, yet unknown, And me with thee hath ruin'd, for with thee Certain my resolution is to die; How can I live without thee, how foregoe Thy sweet converse and love so dearly join’d, To live again in these wilde woods forlorn? Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine, never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
So having said, as one from fad dismay Recomforted, and after thoughts disturbid Submitting to what seem'd remediless, Thus in calm mood his words to Eve he turn'd.
Bold deed thou hast presum'd, adventrous Eve, And peril great provok’t, who thus hath dar'd Had it been onely.coveting to eye That sacred fruit, sacred to abstinence, Much more to taste it under banne to touch.