Mother of Science, Now I feel thy PowerWithin me cleere, not onely to discerneThings in thir Causes, but to trace the wayesOf highest Agents, deemd however wise.Queen of this Universe, doe not believeThose rigid threats of Death; ye shall not Die:How should ye? by the Fruit? it gives you LifeTo Knowledge? By the Threatner, look on mee,Mee who have touch'd and tasted, yet both live,And life more perfet have attaind then Fate
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Meant mee, by ventring higher then my Lot.Shall that be shut to Man, which to the BeastIs open? or will God incense his ireFor such a pretty Trespass, and not praiseRather your dauntless vertue, whom the painOf Death denounc't, whatever thing Death be,Deterrd not from atchieving what might leadeTo happier life, knowledge of Good and Evil;Of good, how just? of evil, if what is evilBe real, why not known, since easier shunnd?
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God therefore cannot hurt ye, and be just;Not just, not God; not feard then, nor obeid:Your feare it self of Death removes the feare.Why then was this forbid? Why but to awe,Why but to keep ye low and ignorant,His worshippers; he knows that in the dayYe Eate thereof, your Eyes that seem so cleere,Yet are but dim, shall perfetly be thenOp'nd and cleerd, and ye shall be as Gods,Knowing both Good and Evil as they know.
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That ye should be as Gods, since I as Man,Internal Man, is but proportion meet,I of brute human, yee of human Gods.So ye shalt die perhaps, by putting offHuman, to put on Gods, death to be wisht,Though threat'nd, which no worse then this can bringAnd what are Gods that Man may not becomeAs they, participating God-like food?The Gods are first, and that advantage useOn our belief, that all from them proceeds,
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I question it, for this fair Earth I see,Warm'd by the Sun, producing every kind,Them nothing: If they all things, who enclos'dKnowledge of Good and Evil in this Tree,That whoso eats thereof, forthwith attainsWisdom without their leave? and wherein liesTh' offence, that Man should thus attain to know?What can your knowledge hurt him, or this TreeImpart against his will if all be his?Or is it envie, and can envie dwell
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In heav'nly brests? these, these and many moreCauses import your need of this fair Fruit.Goddess humane, reach then, and freely taste.He ended, and his words replete with guileInto her heart too easie entrance won:Fixt on the Fruit she gaz'd, which to beholdMight tempt alone, and in her ears the soundYet rung of his perswasive words, impregn'dWith Reason, to her seeming, and with Truth;Meanwhile the hour of Noon drew on, and wak'd
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An eager appetite, rais'd by the smellSo savorie of that Fruit, which with desire,Inclinable now grown to touch or taste,Sollicited her longing eye; yet firstPausing a while, thus to her self she mus'd.