Matter of scorn, not to be given the Foe,
However I with thee have fix'd my lot,
Certain to undergo like doom. If death
Consort with thee, death is to me as life;
So forcible within my heart I feel

The bond of Nature draw me to my own;
My own in thee, for what thou art is mine.
Our state cannot be sever'd; we are one,
One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself."
So Adam; and thus Eve to him replied:
"O glorious trial of exceeding love!
Illustrious evidence, example high!
Engaging me to emulate; but, short
Of thy perfection, how shall I attain,
Adam! from whose dear side I boast me sprung,
And gladly of our union hear thee speak,
One heart, one soul in both: whereof good proof
This day affords, declaring thee resolved,
Rather than death, or aught than death more dread,
Shall separate us, link'd in love so dear,
To undergo with me one guilt, one crime,
If any be, of tasting this fair fruit:

Whose virtue (for of good still good proceeds,
Direct, or by occasion) hath presented
This happy trial of thy love, which else
So eminently never had been known?

Were it I thought death menaced would ensue
This my attempt, I would sustain alone

The worst, and not persuade thee, rather die
Deserted, than oblige thee with a fact
Pernicious to thy peace; chiefly assured
Remarkably so late of thy so true,
So faithful, love unequall'd: but I feel

Far otherwise the' event; not death, but life

Augmented, open'd eyes, new hopes, new joys, Taste so divine, that what of sweet before

Hath touch'd my sense, flat seems to this, and harsh.
On my experience, Adam! freely taste,
And fear of death deliver to the winds."
So saying, she embraced him, and for joy
Tenderly wept; much won, that he his love
Had so ennobled, as of choice to' incur
Divine displeasure for her sake, or death.
In recompense (for such compliance bad
Such recompense best merits) from the bough
She gave him of that fair enticing fruit
With liberal hand: he scrupled not to eat,
Against his better knowledge; not deceived,
But fondly overcome with female charm.
Earth trembled from her entrails, as again
In pangs; and Nature

gave a second groan: Sky lour'd; and, muttering thunder, some sad drops Wept at completing of the mortal sin

Original: while Adam took no thought,
Eating his fill; nor Eve to iterate

Her former trespass fear'd, the more to soothe
Him with her loved society; that now,

As with new wine intoxicated both,

They swim in mirth, and fancy that they feel
Divinity within them breeding wings,
Wherewith to scorn the earth.

But that false fruit

Far other operation first display'd,
Carnal desire inflaming: he on Eve
Began to cast lascivious eyes; she him
As wantonly repaid; in lust they burn:
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,
And palate call judicious; I the praise
Yield thee, so well this day thou hast purvey'd.
Much pleasure we have lost, while we abstain'd
From this delightful fruit, nor known till now
True relish, tasting: if such pleasure be

In things to us forbidden, it might be wish'd,
For this one tree had been forbidden ten.
But come, so well refresh'd, now let us play,
As meet is, after such delicious fare:
For never did thy beauty, since the day
I saw thee first and wedded thee, adorn'd
With all perfections, so inflame my sense
With ardor to enjoy thee, fairer now
Than ever; bounty of this virtuous tree!"

So said he, and forbore not glance or toy
Of amorous intent; well understood
Of Eve, whose eye darted contagious fire.
Her hand he seized; and to a shady bank,
Thick over-head with verdant roof imbower'd,
He led her nothing loth: flowers were the couch,
Pansies, and violets, and asphodel,

And hyacinth; earth's freshest softest lap.
There they their fill of love and love's disport
Took largely, of their mutual guilt the seal,
The solace of their sin: till dewy sleep
Oppress'd them, wearied with their amorous play.
Soon as the force of that fallacious fruit,
That with exhilarating vapor bland

About their spirits had play'd, and inmost powers
Made err, was now exhaled; and grosser sleep,
Bred of unkindly fumes, with conscious dreams
Incumber'd, now had left them, up they rose
As from unrest; and, each the' other viewing,

Soon found their eyes how open'd, and their minds How darken'd: innocence, that as a veil

Had shadow'd them from knowing ill, was gone; Just confidence, and native righteousness,

And honor, from about them, naked left

To guilty Shame; he cover'd, but his robe
Uncover'd more. So rose the Danite strong,

Herculean Samson, from the harlot-lap
Of Philistéan Dalilah, and waked

Shorn of his strength: they destitute and bare
Of all their virtue. Silent, and in face
Confounded, long they sat, as stricken mute:
Till Adam, though not less than Eve abash'd,
At length gave utterance to these words constrain'd:
"O Eve! in evil hour thou didst give ear
To that false worm, of whomsoever taught
To counterfeit man's voice; true in our fall,
False in our promised rising; since our eyes
Open'd we find indeed, and find we know
Both good and evil; good lost, and evil got:
Bad fruit of knowledge, if this be to know;
Which leaves us naked thus, of honor void,
Of innocence, of faith, of purity,

Our wonted ornaments now soil'd and stain'd;
And in our faces evident the signs

Of foul concupiscence; whence evil store;
Even shame, the last of evils; of the first
Be sure then.-How shall I behold the face
Henceforth of God or angel, erst with joy
And rapture so oft beheld? Those heavenly shapes
Will dazzle now this earthly with their blaze
Insufferably bright. O! might 1 here

In solitude live savage; in some glade
Obscured, where highest woods, impenetrable

To star or sun-light, spread their umbrage broad
And brown as evening. Cover me, ye Pines!
Ye Cedars, with innumerable boughs

Hide me, where I may never see them more!-
But let us now, as in bad plight, devise
What best may for the present serve to hide
The parts of each from other, that seem most
To shame obnoxious, and unseemliest seen;
Some tree, whose broad smooth leaves together
And girded on our loins, may cover round [sew'd,
Those middle parts; that this new comer, Shame,
There sit not, and reproach us as unclean."

So counsell'd he; and both together went
Into the thickest wood: there soon they chose
The fig-tree; not that kind for fruit renown'd,
But such as at this day, to Indians known,
In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms
Branching so broad and long, that in the ground
The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow
About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade
High over-arch'd, and echoing walks between.
There oft the Indian herdsman, shunning heat,
Shelters in cool, and tends his pasturing herds
At loop-holes cut through thickest shade. Those
They gather'd, broad as Amazonian targe; [leaves
And, with what skill they had, together sew'd,
To gird their waist: vain covering, if to hide
Their guilt and dreaded shame! O, how unlike
To that first naked glory! Such of late
Columbus found the American, so girt
With feather'd cincture; naked else, and wild
Among the trees on isles and woody shores.
Thus fenced, and, as they thought, their shame in
Cover'd, but not at rest or ease of mind, [part
They sat them down to weep; nor only tears