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But paft who can recall, or done undoe ?
Not God Omnipotent, nor fate, yet so
Perhaps thou shalt not die, perhaps the fact
Is not fo hainous now, foretasted fruit,
Profan'd first by the serpent, by him first
Made common and unhallow'd ere our taste;
Nor yet on him found deadly, he yet lives,
Lives, as thou saidit, and gaines to live as man
Higher degree of life, inducement strong
To us, as likely tasting to attain
Proportional ascent, which cannot be
But to be gods, or angels demi-gods.
Nor can I think that God, creator wise,
Though threatning, will in earnest lo destroy
Us his prime creatures, dignifi'd so high,
Set over all his works, which in our fall, · For us created, needs with us must faile.
Dependent made; so God shall uncreate,
Be frustrate, do, undo, and labour lose,
Not well conceav'd of God, who though his Power
Creation could repeate, yet would be loath
Us to abolish, least the adverfary
Triumph and say ; Fickle their state whom God
Most favours, who can please him long ? me first
He ruin'd, now mankind; whom will he next?
Matter of scorn, not to be given the foe,
However I with thee have fixt my lot,
Certain to undergoe like doom, if death
Confort with thee, death is to me as life ;
So forcible within my heart I feel
The bond of nature draw me to my own,
My own in thee, for what thou art is mine ;
Our state cannot be sever'd, we are one,
One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself,
So Adam, and thus Eve to him repli’d.
O glorious trial of estceeding love,
Illustrious evidence, example high !
Ingaging me to emulate, but thort
Of thy perfection, bow fhall I attaine,
Adam, from whose dear fide I boaft me fprung,
And gladly of our union hear thee speak,
One heart, one foul in both; whereof good proof
This day affords, declaring thee resoly'd,
Rather than death or aught than death more dread
Shall separate us, linkt in love fo dear,
To undergoe with me one guilt, one crime,
If any be, of tasting this fair fruit,
Whose vertue, for of good ftill good proceeds,
Direct, or by occafon hath prefented
This happie trial of thy love, which eke
So eminently never had been known.....
Were it I thought death menac't would enfue
This my attempt, I would sustain alone
The worst, and not perfuade thee, rather die
Deserted, than oblige thee with a fact
Pernicious to thy peace, chiefly affur'd
Remarkably fo late-of-thy fö true,
So faithful love unequald; but I feel
Far otherwise th'event, not death, but life
Augmented, op'n'd eyes, new hopes, new joyes,
Taste so divine, that what of sweet before
Hath toucht my fenfe, fiat seems to this, and hash.
On my experience, Adam, freely taste,
And fear of death deliver to the winds.
So saying, the embrac'd him, and for joy.
Tenderly wept, much won that he his love
Had so ennobľd, as of choice to incur
Divine difpleafure for her fake, or death.
In recompence (for such compliance bad
Such recompence best merits) from the bough $ She gave him of that fair enticing fruit
With liberal hand: he fcruplå nor to eat
Against his better knowledge, not deceav'd,
But fi ndly overcome with femal charm.
* Earth trembľ'd from her entrails, as again
In pangs, and nature gave a fecond groan,
Skie lowr'd, and muttering thunder, some fad drops
Wept at compleating of the mortal fin
Original ; while Adam took no thought,
Eating his fill, nor Eve to iterate
Her former trespafs fear'd, the more to footh
Him with her lov'd societie, that now
As with new wine intoxicated both
They fwim in mirth, and fanfie that they feel
Divinitie within them breeding wings
Wherewith to scorn the earth : but that falfe fruit
Far other operation first displai'd,
Carnal desire enflaming, he on Éve
Began to cast lascivious eyes, the him
As wantonly repai'd ; in luft they burn :
Till Adam thus 'gan Eve to dalliance move.
Eve, now I see thou art exact of taste,
And elegant, of sapience no small part,
Since to each meaning favour we apply,
And palate call’d judicious ; I the praise
Yield thee, so well this day thou hast purvey'd.
Much pleasure we have lost, while we abstain'd
From this delightful fruit, nor known till now.
True relish, tasting ; if such pleasure be
In things to us forbidden, might be with’d,
For this one tree had been forbidden ten,
But come, so well refreth't, now let us play,
As meet is, after such delicious fare ;.
For never did thy beautie since the day
I saw thee first and wedded thee, adorn'd.
With all perfections, fo enflame my sense
With ardor to enjoy thee, fairer now
Than ever, bountie of this vertuous tree,
So said he, and forbore not glance or toy
Of amorous intent, well understood
Of Eve, whose eye darted contagious fire.
Her hand he seis'd, and to a shadie bank,
Thick overhead with verdant roof imbowr'd
He led her nothing loath"; flours were the couch,.,
Pansies, and violets, and asphodel,
And hyacinths, earth's freshest softest lap.
There they their fill of love and loves disport
Took largely, of their mutual guilt the seale,.,
The solace of their fin, till dewie seep
Oppress'd them, wearied with their amorous play.
Soon as the force of that fallacious fruit,
That with exhilerating vapour bland
About their spirits had plaid, and inmost powers
Made err, was now. exhald, and groffer sleep..
Bred of unkindly fumes, with conscious dreams)
Encumber'd, now had left them, up they rose
As from unrest, and each the other viewing,
Soon found their eyes now op'n'd, and their minds
How dark’n’d; innocence, that as a veile
Had fhadow'd them from knowing ill, was gone,
Just confidence, and native righteousnefs,
And honour from about them, naked left”>
To guiltie shame he cover'd, but his robe
Uncover'd more. So rose the Danite strong
Herculean Samson' from the harlot lap
Of Philisteán Dalilah, and wak'd
Shorn of his strength, they destitute and bare
Of all their vertue : filent, and in face
Confounded long they sate, as struck'n mute,
Till Adam, though not less than Eve abalht,
At length gave utterance to these words constrain'd.
O Eve, in evil hour thou didnt give ear
To that false worm, of whomsoever taught
To counterfeit man's voice, true in our fall,
False in our promis'd rising; since our eyes
Op'n'd we find indeed, and find we know
Both good and evil, good loft, and evil got,
Bad fruit of knowledge, if this be to know,
Which leaves us naked thus, of honour void,
Of innocence, of faith, of puritie,
Our wonted ornaments now soild and stain'd,
And in our faces evident the signs
Of foul concupiscence; whence evil store ;
Even Thame, the last of evils ; of the first
Be sure then. How shall I behold the face