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Nor thou his malice and falfe guite contemn;'
Suttle he needs must be, who could seduce
Angels, nor think foperfluous others aid.
I from the influence of thy looks receave
Access in every vertue, in thy fight
More wise, more watchful, stronger, if need were
Of outward strength; while shame, thou looking on,
Shame to be overcome or over-reacht
Would utmost vigour raise, and rais'd unite.
Why shouldst not thou like fense within thee feel
When I am present, and thy trial choose
With me, best witness of thy virtue tri'd.

So spake domestic Adam in his care
And matrimonial love ; but Eve, who thought
Less attributed to her faith fincere,
Thus her reply with accent sweet renew'd.

If this be our condition, thus to dwell
In narrow circuit strait'n'd by a foe,
Suttle or violent, we not endu'd *
Single with like defence, wherever met,
How are we happie, still in fear of harm?
But harm precedes not fin: only our foe
Tempting affronts us with his foul esteem
Of our integritie : his foul esteem
Sticks no dishonour on our front, but turns.
Foul on himself; then wherefore thun'd or fear'd
By ús ? who rather double honour gain
From his surmise prov'd false, find peace within,
Favour from heav'n, our witness from th'event,
And what is faith, love, vertue unaffaid
Alone, without exterior help fustain'd?:

Let us not then suspect our happie state
Left so imperfect by the maker wise,
As not secure to single or combin'd.
Frail is our happiness, if this be so,
And Eden were no Eden thus expos’d.

To whom thus Adam fervently repli'd.
O woman, best are all things as the will
Of God ordain'd them, his creating hand
Nothing imperfect or deficient left
Of all that he created, much less man,
Or aught that might his happie state secure,
Secure from outward force; within himself
The danger lies, yet lies within his power :
Against his will he can receave no harm.
But God left free the will, for what obeys
Reason, is free, and reason he made right,
But bid her well beware, and still erect,
Least by some fair appeering good surpris'd
She di&tate false, and misinform the will
To do what God expresy hath forbid.
Not then miftruft, but tender love enjoines,
That I should mind thee oft, and mind thou me.
Firm we subfift, yet possible to swerve,
Since reason not impossibly may meet
Some specious object by the foe suborn'd,
And fall into deception unaware,
Not keeping strictest watch, as she was warn'd.
Seek not temptation then, which to avoid
Were better, and most likelie if from me

Thou sever not : trial will come unsought. Wouldnt thou approve thy constancie, approve

First thy obedience; th’other who can know,
Nor seeing thee attempted, who attest?
But if thou think, trial unsought may find
Us both securer than thus warn'd thou seemst,
Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more;
Go in thy native innocence, relie
On what thou haft of virtue, summon all,
For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine.

So spake the patriarch of mankind, but Eve
Persisted, yet submiss, though last, rep.i'd.

With thy permission then, and thus forwarn'd Chiefly by what thy own last reasoning words Touch'd only, that our trial, when least fought, May find us both perhaps far less prepard, The willinger I goe, nor much expect A foe so proud will first the weaker feek; So bent, the more shall Thame him his repulse. Thus saying, from her husband's hand her hand Soft she withdrew, and like a wood-nymph light Oread or Dryad, or of Delia's train Betook her to the groves, but Delia's self In gate surpass’d and goddess-like deport, Though not as she with bow and quiver arm’d, But with such gard’ning tools as art yet rude, Guiltless of fire had form’d, or angels brought. To Pales, or Pomona, thus adorn'd, Likeliest she seem'd, Pomona when she f.ed Vertumnus, or to Ceres in her prime, Yet virgin of Proserpina from Jove. Her long with ardent look his eye pursu'd Delighted, but defiring more her stay.

Oft he to her his charge of quick return
Repeated, she to him as oft engag'd
To be return'd by noon amid the bowre,
And all things in best order to invite
Noontide repaft; or afternoon's repose.
O much deceav'd, much failing, hapless Eve,
Of thy presum'd return ! event perverse !
Thou never from that hour in Paradise
Foundst either sweet repast, or found repore ;
Such ambush hid among sweet Aours and thades
Waited with hellifh rancour imminent
To intercept thy way, or send thee back
Despoild of innocence, of faith, of bliss.
For now, and since first break of dawne the fiend,
Meer ferpent in appearance, forth was come,
And on his quest, where likeliest he might find
The only two of mankind, but in them
The whole included race, his purpos'd prey.
In bowre and field he fought, where any tuft
Of grove or garden plot more pleasant lay,
Their tendance or plantation for delight,
By fountain or by fhadie rivulet
He fought them both, but with'd his hap might find
Eve feparate, he wish'd, but not with hope
Of what fo feldom chanc'd, when to his wish,
Beyond his hope, Eve feparate he fpies,
Veil'd in a cloud of fragrance, where the stood,
Half spi'd, so thick the roses bushing round
About her glow'd, oft stooping to support
Each flour of slender ftalk, whose head though gay
Carnation, purple, azure, or spect with gold,

ung drooping unfultain'd, them the apstaies
ently with mirtle band, mindless the while,
erself, though faireft unsupported flour,
rom her best prop so far, and storm so nigh,
leerer he drew, and many a walk travers'd
vf stateliest covert, cedar, pine, or palme,
'hen voluble and bold, now hid, now seen
mong thick woven arborets and flours
mborder'd on each bank, the hand of Eve :
pot more delicious than thofe gardens feign'd
>r of reviv'd Adonis, or renown'd.
Alcinous, host of old Laertes fon,
Or that; not mystic, where the fapient king
Ield dalliance with his fair Egyptian spouse.
Auch he the place admir'd, the person more.
As one who long in populous city pent,
Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air,

orth issuing on a summer's morn to breath Among the pleasant villages and farmes Idjoin'd, from each thing met conceaves delight, Che smell of grain, or tedded grafs, or kine, Or dairie, each rural fight, each rural found; f chance with nymphlike step fair virgin pass, What pleasing seem'd, for her now pleases-more, she most, and in her look summs all delight. juch pleasure took the serpent to behold This flourie plat, the sweet recess of Eve Thus earlie, thus alone; her heav'nly form Angelic, but more foft, and feminine, Her graceful innocence, her every air of gesture or least action overawid

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