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135 Wouldst easily detect what I conceal This Woman, whom thou mad'st to be my
help, And gay'st me as thy perfect gift, so good, So fit, fo acceptable, so divine, That from her hand I could suspect no ill; 140 And what she did, whatever in itself, Her doing seem'd to justify the deed; She gave me of the tree, and I did eat. To whom the Sov'reign Presence. thus re
ply'd. Was she thy God, that her thou didst obey 145 Before his voice? Or was she made thy guide, Superior, or but equal; that to her Thou didst relign thy manhood, and the place Wherein God let thee above her, made of
thee; And for thee; whose perfection far excell'd 150 Her in all real diguity ? Adorn'd She whas indeed and lovely, to attract Thy love; not thy subjection : and her gifts Were fuch, as under government well
seem'd; Unseemnly to bear rule, which was thy part, 155 And person, hadst ihon known thyself aright.
So having said, he thus to Eve in few:'
Say', woman, what is this, which thou haft
lince he no further
Her seed shall bruise thy head, thou bruise
his heel. So spake this oracle, then verify'd, When Jesus son of Mary, second Eve, Saw Satan fall, like lightning, down from
Heav'n, Prince of the air: then rising from his grave 135 Spoild Principalitics and Pow'rs, triumph'd In open shew; and, with ascension bright, Captivity led captive through the air, The realm itself of Satan, long usurp'd; Whom He, shall tread at last under our feet; 190 Ev’n He who now foretold his fatal bruise; And to the woman thus his sentence turn’d.
-Thy sorrow I will greatly multiply By thy conception; children thou shalt bring In-sorrow forth; and to thy husbands will 195 Thine shall submit: he over thee shall rule.
On Adam last thus judgment he pronounc'd: Because thou haft hearken'd to the voice of
thy wife; And eaten of the tree, concerning which I charg'd thee, saying, thou shalt not eat the
reof: Curs'd is the ground for thy fake: , thou in
forrow Shalt eat thereof all the days of thy life : Thorns also and thistles it shall bring thee forth Unbid; and thou shalt eat th' herb of the field,
In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, 205
Within the gates of Hell fat Sin and Death, 230
250 For Death from Sin no pow'r can separate. But lest the difficulty of passing back Stay his return perhaps over this gulf Impassable, impervious; let us try Advent’rous work, yet to thy pow'r and
255 Not unagreeable, to found a path