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Took largely, of their mutual guilt the seal,
The solace of their sin, till dewy sleep
Oppress'd them, weary'd with their am'rous play.
Soon as the force of that fallacious fruit, 1046
That with exhilarating vapor bland
About their Sp'rits had play'd, and in most pow'rs
Made err, was now exhal'd, and grosser sleep
Bred of unkindly fumes, with conscious dreams
Incumber'd, now had left them, up they rose
As from unrest, and each the other viewing,
Soon found their eyes how open'd, and their

minds
How darken'd. Innocence, that as a veil 1054
Had shadow'd them from knowing ill, was gone;
Just confidence, and native righteousness,
And honour from about them, naked left
To guilty shame; he cover’d, but his robe
Uncover'd more. So rose the Danite strong
Herculean Samson from the harlot-lap 1060
Of Philistean Dalilah, and wak'd
Shorn of his strength. They destitute and bare
Of all their virtue: silent, and in face
Confounded long they sat, as strucken mute,
Till Adam, tho' not less than Eve abash'd, 1065
At length gave utt'rance to these words, con-

strain'd:
O Eve! in evil hour thou didst 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

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Open'd we find indeed, and find we know
Both good and evil; good lost, 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 purity,

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Our wonted ornaments now soil'd and stain'd,
And in our faces evident the signs
Of foul concupiscence; whence evil store ;
E'en shame, the last of evils: of the first
Be sure then. How shall I behold the face
Henceforth of God or Angel, erst with joy
And rapture so' oft beheld! those heav'nly shapes
Will dazzle now this earthly with their blaze,
Insufferably bright! O might I here
In solitude live savage, in some glade

1085 Obscur’d, where highest woods impenetrable To star or sun-light, spread their umbrage broad And brown as ev’ning! Cover me, ye Pines; Ye Cedars, with innumerable boughs Hide me, where I may never see them more. But let us now, as in bad plight, devise

1091 What best may for the present serve to hide The parts of each from other, that seem most To shame obnoxious, and unseemliest seen. Some tree, whose broad smooth leaves together sew'd,

1095 And girded on our loins, may cover round Those middle parts, that this new comer, Shame, There sit not, and reproach us as unclean. So counsel'd he; and both together went

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Into the thickest wood; there soon they chose
The fig-tree; not that kind for fruit renown'd,
But such as at this day, to Indians known
In Malabar or Decan, spreads her arms
Branching so broad and long, that in the ground
The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow
About the mother-tree, a pillar'd shade 1106
High o'er-arch'd, and echoing walks between.
There of the Indian herdsman, shunning heat,
Shelters in cool, and tends his past'ring herds
At loop-holes cut through thickest shade. Those

leaves
They gather’d, broad as Amazonian targe,
And with what skill they had, together sew'd,
To gird their waist. Vain covering, if to hide
Their guilt and dreaded shame! O how unlike
To that first naked glory! Such of late I115
Columbus found th’ American, so girt
With feather'd cincture, naked else and wild
Among the trees on isles and woody shores.
Thus fenc'd, and as they thought, their shame in

part Cover’d, but not at rest or ease of mind, They sat them down to weep; nor only tears Rain'd at their eyes, but high winds worse within Began to rise, high passions, anger, haté, Mistrust, suspicion, discord, and shook sore Their inward state of mind: calm region once And full of peace, now tost and turbulent; For understanding ruld not, and the will

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Heard not her lore, both in subjection now
To sensual appetite, who from beneath
Usurping over sov’reign reason, claim'd

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Superior sway. From thus distemper'd breast,
Adam, estrang'd in look and alter'd style,
Speech intermitted thus to Eve renew'd:
Would thou hadst hearken'd to my words,

and stay'd With me, as I besought thee, when that strange Desire of wand’ring this unhappy morn, I know not whence, possess'd thee! we had then Remain'd still happy, not, as now, despoil'd Of all our good, sham'd, naked, mis'rable. Let none henceforth seek needless cause to'approve

I 140 The faith they owe: when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail. To whom, soon mov'd with touch of blanie,

thus Eve: What words have pass'd thy lips, Adam, severe! Imput'st thou that to my default, or will 1145 Of wand'ring, as thou call'st it, which who knows But might as ill have happen 'd thou being by, Or to thyself perhaps? Hadst thou been there, Or here th' attempt, thou couldst not have

discern'd Fraud in the Serpent, speaking as he spake; No ground of enmity between us known, 1151 Why he should mean me ill, or seek to harm. Was I to have ne'er parted from thy side?

As good have grown there still, a lifeless rib!
Being as I am, why didst not thou, the head,
Command me absolutely not to go, 1156
Going into such danger as thou saidst ?
Too facile then thou didst not much gainsay,
Nay, didst permit, approve, and fair dismiss.
Hadst thou been firm and fix'd in thy dissent,
Neither had I transgress'd, nor thou with me.

To whom then, first incens’d, Adam reply'd:
Is this the love, is this the recompense
Of mine to thee, ingrateful Eve, express'd
Immutable when thou wert lost, not I, 1165
Who might have liv'd and joy'd immortal bliss,
Yet willingly chose rather death with thee?
And am I now upbraided as the cause
Of thy transgressing? not enough severe,
It seems, in thy restraint. What could I more?
I warn’d thee, I admonish'd thee, foretold
The danger, and the lurking enemy
That lay in wait. Beyond this had been force;
And force upon free-will hath here no place.
But confidence then bore thee on, secure 1175
Either to meet no danger, or to find
Matter of glorious trial; and perhaps
I also err'd in overmuch admiring
What seem'd in thee so perfect, that I thought
No evil durst attempt thee; but I rue 1180
That error now, which is become my crime,
And thou th' accuser. Thus it shall befall
Him who, to worth in woman overtrusting,

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