Grow up to thir provision, and more handsHelp to disburden Nature of her Bearth.To whom the wilie Adder, blithe and glad.Empress, the way is readie, and not long,Beyond a row of Myrtles, on a Flat,Fast by a Fountain, one small Thicket pastOf blowing Myrrh and Balme; if thou accept
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My conduct, I can bring thee thither soon.Lead then, said Eve. Hee leading swiftly rowldIn tangles, and make intricate seem strait,To mischief swift. Hope elevates, and joyBright'ns his Crest, as when a wandring FireCompact of unctuous vapor, which the NightCondenses, and the cold invirons round,Kindl'd through agitation to a Flame,Which oft, they say, some evil Spirit attends,Hovering and blazing with delusive Light,
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Misleads th' amaz'd Night-wanderer from his wayTo Boggs and Mires, & oft through Pond or Poole,There swallow'd up and lost, from succour farr.So glister'd the dire Snake and into fraudLed Eve our credulous Mother, to the TreeOf prohibition, root of all our woe;Which when she saw, thus to her guide she spake.Serpent, we might have spar'd our coming hither,Fruitless to me, though Fruit be here to excess,The credit of whose vertue rest with thee,
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Wondrous indeed, if cause of such effects.But of this Tree we may not taste nor touch;God so commanded, and left that CommandSole Daughter of his voice; the rest, we liveLaw to our selves, our Reason is our Law.To whom the Tempter guilefully repli'd.Indeed? hath God then said that of the FruitOf all these Garden Trees ye shall not eate,Yet Lords declar'd of all in Earth or Aire?To whom thus Eve yet sinless. Of the Fruit
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Of each Tree in the Garden we may eate,But of the Fruit of this fair Tree amidstThe Garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eateThereof, nor shall ye touch it, least ye die.She scarse had said, though brief, when now more boldThe Tempter, but with shew of Zeale and LoveTo Man, and indignation at his wrong,New part puts on, and as to passion mov'd,Fluctuats disturbd, yet comely, and in actRais'd, as of som great matter to begin.
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As when of old som Orator renoundIn Athens or free Rome, where EloquenceFlourishd, since mute, to som great cause addrest,Stood in himself collected, while each part,Motion, each act won audience ere the tongue,Somtimes in highth began, as no delayOf Preface brooking through his Zeal of Right.So standing, moving, or to highth upgrownThe Tempter all impassiond thus began.O Sacred, Wise, and Wisdom-giving Plant,