Raind at thir Eyes, but high Winds worse withinBegan to rise, high Passions, Anger, Hate,Mistrust, Suspicion, Discord, and shook soreThir inward State of Mind, calme Region onceAnd full of Peace, now tost and turbulent:For Understanding rul'd not, and the WillHeard not her lore, both in subjection nowTo sensual Appetite, who from beneathe
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Usurping over sovran Reason claimdSuperior sway: From thus distemperd brest,Adam, estrang'd in look and alterd stile,Speech intermitted thus to Eve renewd.Would thou hadst heark'nd to my words, & stai'dWith me, as I besought thee, when that strangeDesire of wandring this unhappie Morn,I know not whence possessd thee; we had thenRemaind still happie, not as now, despoildOf all our good, sham'd, naked, miserable.
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Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approveThe Faith they owe; when earnestly they seekSuch proof, conclude, they then begin to faile.To whom soon mov'd with touch of blame thus Eve.What words have past thy Lips, Adam severe,Imput'st thou that to my default, or willOf wandering, as thou call'st it, which who knowsBut might as ill have happ'nd thou being by,Or to thy self perhaps: hadst thou bin there,Or bere th' attempt, thou couldst not have discernd
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Fraud in the Serpent, speaking as he spake;No ground of enmitie between us known,Why hee should mean me ill, or seek to harme.Was I to have never parted from thy side?As good have grown there still a liveless Rib.Being as I am, why didst not thou the HeadCommand me absolutely not to go,Going into such danger as thou saidst?Too facil then thou didst not much gainsay,Nay, didst permit, approve, and fair dismiss.
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Hadst thou bin firm and fixt in thy dissent,Neither had I transgress'd, nor thou with mee.To whom then first incenst Adam repli'd.Is this the Love, is the recompenceOf mine to thee, ingrateful Eve, exprestImmutable when thou wert lost, not I,Who might have liv'd and joyd immortal bliss,Yet willingly chose rather Death with thee:And am I now upbraided, as the causeOf thy transgressing? not enough severe,
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It seems, in thy restraint: what could I more?I warn'd thee, I admonish'd thee, foretoldThe danger, and the lurking EnemieThat lay in wait; beyond this had bin force,And force upon free Will hath here no place.But confidence then bore thee on, secureEither to meet no danger, or to findeMatter of glorious trial; and perhapsI also err'd in overmuch admiringWhat seemd in thee so perfet, that I thought
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No evil durst attempt thee, but I rueThat errour now, which is become my crime,And thou th' accuser. Thus it shall befallHim who to worth in Women overtrustingLets her Will rule; restraint she will not brook,