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Had it been only coveting to eye

That sacred fruit, facred to abstinence,

Much more to taste it under ban to touch.

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But past who can recall, or done undo?
Not God omnipotent, nor Fate; yet fo
Perhaps thou shalt not die, perhaps the fact
Is not fo hainous now, foretafted fruit,
Profan'd first by the serpent, by him first

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Made common and unhallow'd ere our taste;
Nor yet on him found deadly, he yet lives,

Lives, as thou faidft, and gains to live as Man

Higher degree of life, inducement strong

To us, as likely tasting to attain

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Proportional afcent, which cannot be
But to be Gods, or Angels Demi-Gods.
Nor can I think that God, Creator wife,
Though threatning, will in earnest so destroy
Us his prime creatures, dignified so high,
Set over all his works, which in our fall,
For us created, needs with us must fail,
Dependent made; fo God fhall uncreate,
Be fruftrate, do, undo, and labor lose,

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Not well conceiv'd of God, who though his power 945 Creation could repeat, yet would be loath

Us to abolish, left the Adversary

Triumph and fay; Fickle their ftate whom God
Most favors; who can please him long? Me firft
He ruin'd, now mankind; whom will he next?
Matter of fcorn not to be given the Foe.
However I with thee have fix'd my lot,

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Certain

Certain to undergo like doom; if death
Confort with thee, death is to me as life;
So forcible within my heart I feel

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The bond of nature draw me to my own,

My own in thee, for what thou art is mine;
Our state cannot be fever'd, we are one,

One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

So Adam, and thus Eve to him reply'd.. O glorious trial of exceeding love, Illuftrious evidence, example high! Engaging me to emulate, but fhort

Of thy perfection, how fhall I attain,

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Adam? from whose dear fide I boast me sprung, 965 And gladly of our union hear thee speak,

One heart, one foul in both; whereof good proof
This day affords, declaring thee resolv'd,

Rather than death or ought than death more dread

Shall feparate us, link'd in love fo dear,

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To undergo with me one guilt, one crime,

If any be, of tafting this fair fruit,

Whofe virtue (for of good still good proceeds,

Direct, or by occafion) hath prefented

This happy trial of thy love, which elfe

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So eminently never had been known.

Were it I thought death menac'd would enfue
This my attempt, I would fuftain alone

The worst, and not perfuade thee, rather die
Deferted, than oblige thee with a fact
Pernicious to thy peace, chiefly affur'd
Remarkably fo late of thy fo true,

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So faithful love unequal'd; but I feel

Far otherwife th' event, not death, but life

Augmented, open'd eyes, new hopes, new joys, 985
Tafte fo divine, that what of sweet before

Hath touch'd my sense, flat seems to this, and harsh.
On my experience, Adam, freely taste,
And fear of death deliver to the winds.

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So faying, the embrac'd him, and for joy Tenderly wept, much won that he his love Had fo ennobled, as of choice to' incur Divine difpleasure for her fake, or death. In recompenfe (for fuch compliance bad Such recompenfe heft merits) from the bough She gave him of that fair enticing fruit With liberal hand: he fcrupled not to eat Again his better knowledge, not deceiv'd, But fondly overcome with female charm. Earth trembled from her entrails, as again In pangs, and Nature gave a fecond groan, Sky lour'd, and muttering thunder, fome fad drops

Wept at completing of the mortal fin

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They swim in mirth, and fancy that they feel

Divinity within them breeding wings,

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Wherewith to fcorn the earth: but that false fruit
Far other operation firft difplay'd,

Carnal

Carnal defire inflaming; he on Eve

Began to caft lascivious eyes, the him

As wantonly repaid; in luft they burn:
Till Adam thus 'gan Eve to dalliance move.
Eve, now I fee thou art exact of taste,
And elegant, of fapience no fmall part,
Since to each meaning favor we apply,
And palate call judicious; I the praise

Yield thee, fo well this day thou haft purvey'd.
Much pleasure we have loft, while we abftain'd
From this delightful fruit, nor known till now
True relish, tafting; if fuch pleasure be
In things to us forbidd'n, it might be wifh'd,
For this one tree had been forbidden ten.
But come, fo well refresh'd, now let us play,
As meet is, after fuch delicious fare;
For never did thy beauty since the day
I faw thee firft and wedded thee, adorn'd
With all perfections, so inflame my fenfe
With ardor to enjoy thee, fairer now
Than ever, bounty of this virtuous tree.

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So faid he, and forbore not glance or toy

Of amorous intent, well understood

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Of Eve, whose eye darted contagious fire.

Her hand he feiz'd, and to a fhady bank,

Thick overhead with verdant roof imbowr'd,

He led her, nothing loath; flow'rs were the couch,
Panfies and violets, and afphodel,

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And hyacinth, earth's freshest softest lap.

There they their fill of love and love's disport

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Took

Took largely, of their mutual guilt the seal,
The folace of their fin, till dewy fleep

Opprefs'd them, wearied with their amorous play. 1045
Soon as the force of that fallacious fruit,

That with exhilarating vapor bland

About their fpirits had play'd, and inmost powers
Made err, was now exhal'd; and groffer sleep
Bred of unkindly fumes, with confcious dreams 1050
Incumber'd, now had left them; up they rose

As from unreft, and each the other viewing,
Soon found their eyes how open'd, and their minds
How darken'd; innocence, that as a veil

Had fhadow'd them from knowing ill, was gone, 1055
Juft confidence, and native righteousness,

And honor from about them, naked left

To guilty fhame; he cover'd, but his robe
Uncover'd more. So rofe the Danite strong
Herculean Samfon from the harlot-lap

Of Philiftéan Dalilah, and wak'd

Shorn of his ftrength. They destitute and bare
Of all their virtue: filent, and in face

Confounded long they fat, as ftrucken mute,

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Till Adam, though not less than Eve abash'd, 1065
At length gave utterance to these words conftrain'd.
·O Eve, in evil hour thou didst give ear
To that falfe worm, of whomfoever taught
To counterfeit Man's voice, true in our fall,
Falfe in our promis'd rifing; fince our eyes
Open'd we find indeed, and find we know
Both good and ev'il, good loft, and evil got,

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