I heard thee in the Garden, and of thy voiceAffraid, being naked, hid my self. To whomThe gracious Judge without revile repli'd.My voice thou oft hast heard, and hast not fear'd,
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But still rejoyc't, how is it now becomeSo dreadful to thee? that thou art naked, whoHath told thee? hast thou eaten of the TreeWhereof I gave thee charge thou shouldst not eat?To whom thus Adam sore beset repli'd.O Heav'n! in evil strait this day I standBefore my Judge, either to undergoeMy self the total Crime, or to accuseMy other self, the partner of my life;Whose failing, while her Faith to me remaines,
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I should conceal, and not expose to blameBy my complaint; but strict necessitieSubdues me, and calamitous constraint,Least on my head both sin and punishment,However insupportable, be allDevolv'd; though should I hold my peace, yet thouWouldst easily detect what I conceale.This Woman whom thou mad'st to be my help,And gav'st me as thy perfet gift, so good,So fit, so acceptable, so Divine,
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That from her hand I could suspect no ill,And what she did, whatever in it self,Her doing seem'd to justifie the deed;Shee gave me of the Tree, and I did eate.To whom the sovran Presence thus repli'd.Was shee thy God, that her thou didst obeyBefore his voice, or was shee made thy guide,Superior, or but equal, that to herThou did'st resigne thy Manhood, and the PlaceWherein God set thee above her made of thee,
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And for thee, whose perfection farr excell'dHers in all real dignitie: AdorndShe was indeed, and lovely to attractThy Love, not thy Subjection, and her GiftsWere such as under Government well seem'd,Unseemly to beare rule, which was thy partAnd person, had'st thou known thy self aright.So having said, he thus to Eve in few:Say Woman, what is this which thou hast done?To whom sad Eve with shame nigh overwhelm'd,
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Confessing soon, yet not before her JudgeBold or loquacious, thus abasht repli'd.The Serpent me beguil'd and I did eate.Which when the Lord God heard, without delayTo Judgement he proceeded on th' accus'dSerpent though brute, unable to transferreThe Guilt on him who made him instrumentOf mischief, and polluted from the endOf his Creation; justly then accurst,As vitiated in Nature: more to know