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That lie bestrown, unfightly and unsinooth,
To whom thus Eve, with perfe& beauty'adorn'd,
To whom our general ancestor reply'd. Daughter of God and man, accomplish'd Eve, 660 There have their course to finish round the earth By morrow ev’ning, and from land to land In order, though to nations yet unborn, Ministring light prepar'd, they set and rise; Left total darkness should by night regain 665 H6.
Her old poffeflion, and extinguish life
Thus talking, hand in hand alone they pass’d On to their blissful bow'r; it was a place 690 Chos'n by the fov’reign Planter, when he fram'd All things to man's delightful use; the roof Of thickest covert was in woven shade Lanrel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf; on either side Acanthus, and each odorous bashy shrub, Fenc'd up the verdant wall; each beauteous flow'r, Iris all hues, roles and jessamine, Rear'd high their flourish'd heads between, and wrought Mosaic; undercoct the violet,
Crocus and hyacinth, with rich inlay
Thus at their shady lodge arriv'd, both ftood, 720 Both turn'd, and under open sky ador'd The God that made both sky, air, earth and heav'n, Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe, And starry pole: Thou also mad'st the night, Maker Omnipotent, and thou the day,
725 Which we in our appointed work employ'd Have finish’d, happy in our mutual help, And mutual love, the crown of all our bliss Ordain'd by thee; and this delicious place, For us too large, where thy abundance wants 730 Partaker's, and uncropt falls to the ground. But thou hast promis'd from us two a race To fill the earth, who shall wich us extol Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake, And when we leek, as now, thy gift of ficep. 735
This said unanimous, and other rites Observing none, but adoration pure, Which God likes best, into their inmost bow'r Handed chey went; and eas'd the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear, 740 Strait side by side were laid; nor turn'd, I ween, Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refus'd : Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity, and place, and innocence,
745 Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all. Our Maker bids increase ; who bids abstain But our destroyer, foe to God and man? Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source 750 Of human offspring, fole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. By thee adult'rous luft was driv'n from men Among the bestial herds to range; by thee Founded in reason, loyal, just, and pure, 755 Relations dear, and all the charities Of father, son, and brother, firit were known. Far be' it, that I should write thee sin or blame, Or think thee unbefitting holiest place, Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets,
760 Whofe bed is undefil'd and chalte pronounc'd, Presept, or past, as faints and patriarchs us’d. Here Love his golden shafts employs, here lights His conftant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigos here and revels; not in the bought smile 765 Of harlots, loveless, joyless, unendear’d, Casual fruition; nor in court-amours, Mix'd dance, or wanton masque, or midnight ball, Or serenate, which the farv'd lover fings To his proud fair, best quitted with disdain, 770
These, lall'd by nightingales, embracing slept,
Uzziel, half these draw off, and coast the south With strictest watch; these other wheel the north; Our circuit meets full weft.
As flame they part, Half wheeling to the shield, half to the spear. 785 From these two strong and subtle spi'rits he call'd That near him stood, and gave them thus in charge.
Ithuriel and Zephon, with wing'd speed Search thro' this garden, leave unsearch'd no nook; But chiefly where those two fair creatures lodge, 790 Now laid perhaps asleep, secure of harm. This evening from the sun's decline arriv'd Who tells of some infernal fpirit seen Hitherward bent (who could have thought?) escap'd The bars of hell, on errand bad no doubt : 795 Such where ye find seize fast. and hither bring.
So saying, on he led his radiant files, Dazzling the moon; these to the bow'r direct In search of whom they fought: him there they found Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve,
800 Affaying by his devilish art to reach The organs of her fancy', and with them forge Illusions as he lift, phantafms and dreams; Or if, inspiring venom, he might taint Th’animal fpirits, that from pure blood arise 805