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Or in some other dismal place, who knows
800 Of weakness, not of power. Will he draw out, For anger's fake, finite to infinite In punish'd min, to satisfy his rigour Satisfy'd never ? that were to extend His fentence beyond dust, and nature's law,
805 By which all causes else according still To the reception of their matter act, Not to th’extent of their own sphere. But say That death be not one stroke, as I suppos’d, Bereaving sense, but endless misery
810 From this day onward, which I feel begun Both in me, and without me, and so last To perpetuity : Ay me, that fear Comes thund'ring back with dreadful revolution On my defenceless head; both death and I
815 Am found eternal, and incorporate both; Nor I on my part single, in me all Posterity stands eurs'd: fair patrimony That I must leave ye, fons; O were I able To waste it all myself, and leave ye none !
So disinherited, how would ye blefs
But to my own conviction : first and last
Of all corruption, all the blame lights due ;
840 To Satan only like both crime and doom. O Conscience, into what abyfs of fears. And horrours haft thou driv'n me; out of which I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd!
Thus Adam to himself lamented loud Through the still night; not now, as ere man fell, Wholesome, and cool, and mild, but with black air Accompanied, with damps and dreadful gloom, Which to his evil confcience represented All things with double terrour : on the ground 850 Outstretch'd he lay, on the cold ground, and oft Curs'd his creation, death as oft accus'd Of tardy execution, since denounce'd The day of his offence. Why comes not death,
Said he, with one thrice acceptable stroke
Out of my fight, thou Serpent; that name best
Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven
He added not, and from her turn'd; but Eve
Forsake me not thus, Adam, witness Heaven
While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace, both joining, . As join'd in injuries, one enmity
925 Against a foe by doom express affign'd us, That cruel ferpent. On me exercise not Thy hatred for this mifery befallen, On me already loft, me than thyself Moré miserable: both have finn'd, but thoi 930 Against God only, I'gainit God and thee; And to the place of judgement will return, There with my cries importune Heaven, that all The sentence from thy head remov'd, may light On me, fole cause to thee of all this woe, 935 Me, only me, just object of his ire !
She ended weeping; and her lowly plight, Immoveable till peace obtain'd from fault Acknowledge'd and deplor'd, in Adain wrought Conimiseration : foon his heart relented
940 Towards her, his life so late and fole delight, Now at his feet fubmiflive in distress, Creature fo fair his reconcilement feeking, His counsel, whom the had displeas’d, his aid; As one difarmd, his anger all he loft,
945 And thus with peaceful words uprais'd her soon. Unwary', and too desirous, as before, So now of what thou know'st not, who desir'it The punishment all on thyself; alas, Bear thine own first, ill able to fustain
950 His full wrath, whose thou feel’st as yet least part, And my displeasure bear'ft fo ill. If prayers Could alter high decrees, I to that place Would speed before thee, and be louder heard, That on my head all might be visited,
955 Thy frailty and infirmer fex forgiven,