But on the hether side a different sortFrom the high neighbouring Hills, which was thir Seat,Down to the Plain descended: by thir guiseJust men they seemd, and all thir study bentTo worship God aright, and know his worksNot hid, nor those things lost which might preserveFreedom and Peace to men: they on the PlainLong had not walkt, when from the Tents beholdA Beavie of fair Women, richly gayIn Gems and wanton dress; to the Harp they sung
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Soft amorous Ditties, and in dance came on:The Men though grave, ey'd them, and let thir eyesRove without rein, till in the amorous NetFast caught, they lik'd, and each his liking chose;And now of love they treat till th' Eevning StarLoves Harbinger appeerd; then all in heatThey light the Nuptial Torch, and bid invokeHymen, then first to marriage Rites invok't;With Feast and Musick all the Tents resound.Such happy interview and fair event
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Of love & youth not lost, Songs, Garlands, Flours,And charming Symphonies attach'd the heartOf Adam, soon enclin'd to admit delight,The bent of Nature; which he thus express'd.True opener of mine eyes, prime Angel blest,Much better seems this Vision, and more hopeOf peaceful dayes portends, then those two past;Those were of hate and death, or pain much worse,Here Nature seems fulfilld in all her ends.To whom thus Michael. Judg not what is best
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By pleasure, though to Nature seeming meet,Created, as thou art, to nobler endHolie and pure, conformitie divine.Those Tents thou sawst so pleasant, were the TentsOf wickedness, wherein shall dwell his RaceWho slew his Brother; studious they appereOf Arts that polish Life, Inventers rare,Unmindful of thir Maker, though his SpiritTaught them, but they his gifts acknowledg'd none.Yet they a beauteous ofspring shall beget;
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For that fair femal Troop thou sawst, that seemdOf Goddesses, so blithe, so smooth, so gay,Yet empty of all good wherein consistsWomans domestic honour and chief praise;Bred onely and completed to the tasteOf lustful apperence, to sing, to dance,To dress, and troule the Tongue, and roule the Eye.To these that sober Race of Men, whose livesReligious titl'd them the Sons of God,Shall yeild up all thir vertue, all thir fame
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Ignobly, to the trains and to the smilesOf these fair Atheists, and now swim in joy,(Erelong to swim at larg) and laugh; for whichThe world erelong a world of tears must weepe.To whom thus Adam of short joy bereft.O pittie and shame, that they who to live wellEnterd so faire, should turn aside to treadPaths indirect, or in the mid way faint!But still I see the tenor of Mans woeHolds on the same, from Woman to begin.