Not dead, as we are threatn'd, but thenceforthEndu'd with human voice and human sense,Reasoning to admiration, and with meePerswasively hath so prevaild, that IHave also tasted, and have also foundTh' effects to correspond, opener mine Eyes,Dimm erst, dilated Spirits, ampler Heart,And growing up to Godhead; which for theeChiefly I sought, without thee can despise.For bliss, as thou hast part, to me is bliss,
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Tedious, unshar'd with thee, and odious soon.Thou therefore also taste, that equal LotMay joyne us, equal Joy, as equal Love;Least thou not tasting, different degreeDisjoyne us, and I then too late renounceDeitie for thee, when Fate will not permit.Thus Eve with Countnance blithe her storie told;But in her Cheek distemper flushing glowd.On th' other side, Adam, soon as he heardThe fatal Trespass don by Eve, amaz'd,
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Astonied stood and Blank, while horror chillRan through his veins, and all his joynts relax'd;From his slack hand the Garland wreath'd for EveDown drop'd, and all the faded Roses shed:Speechless he stood and pale, till thus at lengthFirst to himself he inward silence broke.O fairest of Creation, last and bestOf all Gods Works, Creature in whom excell'dWhatever can to fight or thought be found,Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
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How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost,Defac't, deflourd, and now to Death devote?Rather how hast thou yeelded to transgressThe strict forbiddance, how to violateThe sacred Fruit forbidd'n! som cursed fraudOf Enemie hath beguil'd thee, yet unknown,And mee with thee hath ruind, for with theeCertain my resolution is to Die;How can I live without thee, how forgoeThy sweet Converse and Love so dearly joyn'd,
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To live again in these wilde Woods forlorn?Should God create another Eve, and IAnother Rib afford, yet loss of theeWould never from my heart; no no, I feelThe Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh,Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy StateMine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.So having said, as one from sad dismayRecomforted, and after thoughts disturbdSubmitting to what seemd remediless,
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Thus in calme mood his Words to Eve he turnd.Bold deed thou hast presum'd, adventrous Eve,And peril great provok't, who thus hast dar'dHad it bin onely coveting to EyeThat sacred Fruit, sacred to abstinence,Much more to taste it under banne to touch.But past who can recall, or don undoe?Not God omnipotent, for Fate, yet soPerhaps thou shalt not Die, perhaps the FactIs not so hainous now, foretasted Fruit,