Whereto th' Almighty answer'd, not displeas'd.A nice and suttle happiness I seeThou to thy self proposest, in the choiceOf thy Associates, Adam, and wilt tasteNo pleasure, though in pleasure, solitarie.
[1040]
What thinkst thou then of mee, and this my State,Seem I to thee sufficiently possestOf happiness, or not? who am aloneFrom all Eternitie, for none I knowSecond to mee or like, equal much less.How have I then with whom to hold converseSave with the Creatures which I made, and thoseTo me inferiour, infinite descentsBeneath what other Creatures are to thee?He ceas'd, I lowly answer'd. To attaine
[1050]
The highth and depth of thy Eternal wayesAll human thoughts come short, Supream of things;Thou in thy self art perfet, and in theeIs no deficience found; not so is Man,But in degree, the cause of his desireBy conversation with his like to help,Or solace his defects. No need that thouShouldst propagat, already infinite;And through all numbers absolute, though One;But Man by number is to manifest
[1060]
His single imperfection, and begetLike of his like, his Image multipli'd,In unitie defective, which requiresCollateral love, and deerest amitie.Thou in thy secresie although alone,Best with thy self accompanied, seek'st notSocial communication, yet so pleas'd,Canst raise thy Creature to what highth thou wiltOf Union or Communion, deifi'd;I by conversing cannot these erect
[1070]
From prone, nor in thir wayes complacence find.Thus I embold'nd spake, and freedom us'dPermissive, and acceptance found, which gain'dThis answer from the gratious voice Divine.Thus farr to try thee, Adam, I was pleas'd,And finde thee knowing not of Beasts alone,Which thou hast rightly nam'd, but of thy self,Expressing well the spirit within thee free,My Image, not imparted to the Brute,Whose fellowship therefore unmeet for thee
[1080]
Good reason was thou freely shouldst dislike,And be so minded still; I, ere thou spak'st,Knew it not good for Man to be alone,And no such companie as then thou saw'stIntended thee, for trial onely brought,To see how thou could'st judge of fit and meet:What next I bring shall please thee, be assur'd,Thy likeness, thy fit help, thy other self,Thy wish, exactly to thy hearts desire.Hee ended, or I heard no more, for now
[1090]
My earthly by his Heav'nly overpowerd,Which it had long stood under, streind to the highthIn that celestial Colloquie sublime,As with an object that excels the sense,Dazl'd and spent, sunk down, and sought repairOf sleep, which instantly fell on me, call'dBy Nature as in aide, and clos'd mine eyes.Mine eyes he clos'd, but op'n left the Cell