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Adam the goodliest man of men fince born
His fons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Under a tuft of fhade that on a green
Stood whisp'ring soft, by a fresh fountain side
They fat them down; and after no more toil
Of their sweet gard'ning labor than suffic'd
To recommend cool Zephyr, and måde ease
More eafy, wholsome thirst and appetite
More grateful, to their fupper fruits they fell,
Nectarin fruits which the compliant boughs
Yielded them, fide-long as they fat recline
On the foft downy bank damask'd with flowers:
The favory pulp they chew, and in the rind
Still as they thirsted scoop the brimming stream
Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles
Wanted, nor youthful dalliance as beseems
Fair couple, link'd in happy nuptial league,
Alone as they. About them frisking play'd
All beasts of th' earth, fince wild, and of all chase
In wood or wilderness, foreft or den;

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Sporting the lion ramp'd, and in his paw

Dandled the kid; bears, tigers, ounces, pards,
Gambol'd before them; th' unwieldy elephant


To make them mirth us'd all his might, and wreath'd
His lithe probofcis; close the ferpent fly
Infinuating, wove with Gordian twine

His breaded train, and of his fatal guile
Gave proof unheeded; others on the grass


Couch'd, and now fill'd with pasture gazing fat,

Or bedward ruminating; for the fun


Declin'd was hafting now with

prone carreer

To th' ocean iles, and in th' afcending scale
Of Heav'n the ftars that usher evening rofe:
When Satan ftill in gaze, as first he stood,
Scarce thus at length fail'd speech recover`d fad.
O Hell! what do mine eyes with grief behold!
Into our room of bliss thus high advanc'd
Creatures of other mold, earth-born perhaps,
Not Spirits, yet to heav'nly Spirits bright
Little inferior; whom my thoughts pursue
With wonder, and could love, fo lively shines
In them divine refemblance, and fuch grace



The hand that form'd them on their shape hath pour'd.
Ah gentle pair, ye little think how nigh

Your change approaches, when all these delights.
Will vanish and deliver ye to woe,

More woe, the more your taste is now of joy;


Happy, but for fo happy ill fecur'd

Long to continue, and this high feat your Heaven
Ill fenc'd for Heav'n to keep out such a foe
As now is enter'd; yet no purpos'd foe
To you, whom I could pity thus forlorn,
Though I unpitied: League with you I feek,
And mutual amity so strait, fo close,

That I with you must dwell, or you with me
Henceforth; my dwelling haply may not please,
Like this fair Paradife, your fense, yet fuch
Accept your Maker's work; he gave it me,
Which I as freely give; Hell shall unfold,
To entertain you two, her wideft gates,

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And send forth all her kings; there will be room,
Not like these narrow limits, to receive

Your numerous offspring; if no better place,
Thank him who puts me loath to this revenge


On you who wrong me not for him who wrong`d.
And should I at your harmless innocence

Melt, as I do, yet public reason juft,

Honor and empire with revenge inlarg`d,


By conqu’ring this new world, compels me now
To do what else though damn'd I should abhor.
So fpake the Fiend, and with neceflity,
'The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds.
Then from his lofty stand on that high tree
Down he alights among the fportful herd
Of those four-footed kinds, himself now one,
Now other, as their shape serv'd best his end
Nearer to view his prey, and unespy'd


To mark what of their state he more might learn 400 By word or action mark'd: about them round

A lion now he stalks with fiery glare;

Then as a tiger, who by chance hath spy'd

In fome purlieu two gentle fawns at play,
Strait couches close, then rifing changes oft
His couchant watch, as one who chose his ground,
Whence rushing he might fureft seise them both
Grip'd in each paw: when Adam first of men
To firft of women Eve thus moving speech,
Turn'd him all ear to hear new utterance flow.
Sole partner, and sole part, of all these joys,
Dearer thyfelf than all; needs muft the Power




That made us, and for us this ample world,.."
Be infinitely good, and of his good

As liberal and free as infinite;


That rais'd us from the duft and plac'd us here
In all this happiness, who at his hand

Have nothing merited, nor can perform

Ought whereof he hath need, he who requires

From us no other fervice than to keep


This one, this easy charge, of all the trees
In Paradife that bear delicious fruit
So various, not to taste that only tree
Of knowledge, planted by the tree of life;

So near grows death to life, whate'er death is,


Some dreadful thing no doubt; for well thou know'st

God hath pronounc'd it death to taste that tree,

The only fign of our obedience left

Among fo many figns of pow'r and rule

Conferr'd upon us, and dominion given
Over all other creatures that poffefs.

Earth, air, and fea. Then let us not think hard

One eafy prohibition, who enjoy

Free leave fo large to all things elfe, and choice
Unlimited of manifold delights ;

But let us ever praise him, and extol

His bounty, following our delightful task



To prune these growing plants, and tend these flowers, Which were it toilfome, yet with thee were fweet.

To whom.thus Eve reply'd. O thou for whom 440 And from whom I was form'd flesh of thy ficfh,

And without whom am to no end, my guide

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And head, what thou haft faid is just and right.
For we to him indeed all praises owe,
And daily thanks; I chiefly who enjoy
So far the happier lot, enjoying thee
Præeminent by so much odds, while thou
Like confort to thyself canst no where find.
That day I oft remember, when from sleep
I first awak'd, and found myself repos'd
Under a fhade on flow'rs, much wond'ring where
And what I was, whence thither brought and how.
Not diftant far from thence a murm'ring found
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread
Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoy'd
Pure as th' expanfe of Heav'n; I thither went
With unexperienc'd thought, and laid me down
On the green bank, to look into the clear
Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite





A shape within the watry gleam appear'd,
Bending to look on me: I started back,
It started back; but pleas'd I foon return'd;

Pleas'd it return'd as foon with anfw'ring looks

Of fympathy and love: there I had fix'd


Mine eyes till now, and pin'd with vain defire,

Had not a voice thus warn'd me, What thou feeft,
What there thou feeft, fair Creature, is thyself;
With thee it came and goes: but follow me,
And I will bring thee where no fhadow stays
Thy coming, and thy foft embraces, he
Whofe image thou art; him thou fhalt enjoy



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