With liberal hand: he scrupl'd not to eatAgainst his better knowledge, not deceav'd,But fondly overcome with Femal charm.
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Earth trembl'd from her entrails, as againIn pangs, and Nature gave a second groan,Skie lowr'd, and muttering Thunder, som sad dropsWept at compleating of the mortal SinOriginal; while Adam took no thought,Eating his fill, nor Eve to iterateHer former trespass fear'd, the more to sootheHim with her lov'd societie, that nowAs with new Wine intoxicated bothThey swim in mirth, and fansie that they feel
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Divinitie within them breeding wingsWherewith to scorn the Earth: but that false FruitFarr other operation first displaid,Carnal desire enflaming, hee on EveBegan to cast lascivious Eyes, she himAs wantonly repaid; in Lust they burne:Till Adam thus 'gan Eve to dalliance move.Eve, now I see thou art exact of taste,And elegant, of Sapience no small part,Since to each meaning savour we apply,
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And Palate call judicious; I the praiseYeild thee, so well this day thou hast purvey'd.Much pleasure we have lost, while we abstain'dFrom this delightful Fruit, nor known till nowTrue relish, tasting; if such pleasure beIn things to us forbidden, it might be wish'd,For this one Tree had bin forbidden ten.But come, so well refresh't, now let us play,As meet is, after such delicious Fare;For never did thy Beautie since the day
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I saw thee first and wedded thee, adorn'dWith all perfections, so enflame my senseWith ardor to enjoy thee, fairer nowThen ever, bountie of this vertuous Tree.So said he, and forbore not glance or toyOf amorous intent, well understoodOf Eve, whose Eye darted contagious Fire.Her hand he seis'd, and to a shadie bank,Thick overhead with verdant roof imbowr'dHe led her nothing loath; Flours were the Couch,
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Pansies, and Violets, and Asphodel,And Hyacinth, Earths freshest softest lap.There they thir fill of Love and Loves disportTook largely, of thir mutual guilt the Seale,The solace of thir sin, till dewie sleepOppress'd them, wearied with thir amorous play.Soon as the force of that fallacious Fruit,That with exhilerating vapour blandAbout thir spirits had plaid, and inmost powersMade erre, was now exhal'd, and grosser sleep
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Bred of unkindly fumes, with conscious dreamsEncumberd, now had left them, up they roseAs from unrest, and each the other viewing,Soon found thir Eyes how op'nd, and thir mindsHow dark'nd; innocence, that as a veileHad shadow'd them from knowing ill, was gon,Just confidence, and native righteousness,And honour from about them, naked leftTo guiltie shame hee cover'd, but his RobeUncover'd more. So rose the Danite strong