To the Creator, and his nostrils-fill
With grateful smell, forth came the human pair, And join'd their vocal worship to the quire Of creatures wanting voice; that done, partake The season, prime for sweetest scents and airs: Then commune how that day they best may ply Their growing work; for much their work outgrew The hands' dispatch of two gard'ning so wide. And Eve first to her husband thus began:
Adam, well may we labour still to dress This garden, still to tend plant, herb, and flow'r, Our pleasant task injoin'd; but till more hands Aid us, the work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint; what we by day Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, One night or two with wanton growth derides, Tending to wild. Thou therefore now advise, Or hear what to my mind first thoughts present: Let us divide our labours; thou where choice Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind The woodbine round this arbour, or direct The clasping ivy where to climb; while I In yonder spring of roses intermix'd With myrtle, find what to redress till noon: For while so near each other thus all day Our task we chuse, what wonder if so near Looks intervene, and smiles, or object new, Casual discourse draw on, which intermits Our day's work, brought to little, though begun Early, and th' hour of supper comes unearn'd.
To whom mild answer Adam thus return'd: Sole Eve, associate sole, to me beyond Compare, above all living creatures dear,
Well hast thou motion'd, well thy thoughts employ'd, How we might best fulfil the work which here God hath assign'd us; nor of me shall pass Unprais'de for nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.
Yet not so strictly hath our Lord impos'd Labour, as to debar us when we need Refreshment, whether food, or talk between, Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse
Of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food. Love not the lowest end of human life. For not to irksome toil, but to delight He made us, and delight to reason join'd.
These paths and bow'rs doubt not but our joint hands Will keep from wilderness with ease, as wide As we need walk, till younger hands ere long Assist us. But if much converse perhaps
Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield: For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. But other doubt possesses me, lest harm Befal thee sever'd from me; for thou know'st What hath been warn'd us, what malicious foe Envying our happiness, and of his own Despairing, seeks to work us woe and shame By sly assault; and somewhere nigh at hand Watches, no doubt, with greedy hope to find His wish and best advantage, us asunder; Hopeless to circumvent us join'd, where each To other speedy aid might lend at need; Whether his first design be to withdraw Our fealty from God, or to disturb Conjugal love, than which perhaps no bliss Enjoy'd by us excites his envy more:
Or this, or worse, leave not the faithful side That gave thee being, still shades thee and protects. The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,
Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures. To whom the virgin majesty of Eve,
As one who loves, and some unkindness meets, With sweet austere composure thus reply'd: Offspring of heav'n and earth, and all earth's Lord,
That such an enemy we have, who seeks Our ruin, both by thee iuform'd I learn, And from the parting Angel overheard, As in a shady nook I stood behind,
Just then return'd at shut of ev'ning flowers.
But that thou should'st my firmness therefore doubt To God or thee, because we have a foe May tempt it, I expected not to hear. His violence thou fear'st not, being such As we, not capable of death or pain, Can either not receive, or can repel. His fraud is then thy fear; which plain infers Thy equal fear that my firm faith and love Can by his fraud be shaken or seduc'd;
Thoughts, which how found they harbour in thy breast, Adam, misthought of her to thee so dear?
To whom, with healing words, Adam reply'd: Daughter of God and man, immortal Eve,
For such thou art, from sin and blame entire:
Not diffident of thee do I dissuade
Thy absence from my sight, but to avoid
Th' attempt itself, intended by our foe.
For he who tempts, though in vain, at least asperses. The tempted with dishonour foul, suppos'd Not incorruptible of faith, not proof
Against temptation: thou thyself with scorn And anger would'st resent the offer'd wrong, Though ineffectual found: misdeem not then, If such affront I labour to avert
From thee alone, which on us both at once The enemy, though bold, will hardly dare; Or daring, first on me th' assault shall light. Nor thou his malice and false guile contemn; Subtle he needs must be, who could seduce Angels; nor think superfluous others' aid. 1 from the influence of thy looks receive Access in every virtue, in thy sight
More wise, more watchful, stronger, if need were Of outward strength; while shame, thou looking on,
Shame to be overcome or over-reach'd
Would utmost vigour raise, and rais'd unite. Why should not thou like sense within thee feel When I am present, and thy trial chuse With me, best witness of thy virtue try'd? So spake domestic Adam in his care And matrimonial love; but Eve, who thought Less attributed to her faith sincere, Thus her reply with accent sweet renew'd: If this be our condition, thus to dwell In narrow circuit straiten'd by a foe, Subtle or violent, we not endu'd Single with like defence, wherever met How are we happy, still in fear of harm? But harm precedes not sin : only our foe Tempting affronts us with his foul esteem Of our integrity: his foul esteem
Sticks no dishonour on our front, but turns Foul on himself; then wherefore shun'd or fear'd By us? who rather double honour gain
From his surmise prov'd false; find peace within, Favour from Heav'n, or witness from th' event. And what is faith, love, virtue unassay'd Alone, without exterior help sustain'd? Let us not then suspect our happy state Left so imperfect by the Maker wise, As not secure to single or combin❜d. Frail is our happiness, if this be so, And Eden were no Eden thus expos'd. To whom thus Adam fervently reply'd: O woman, best are all things as the will Of God ordain'd them: his creating hand Nothing imperfect or deficient left Of all that he created; much less man, Or ought that might his happy state secure, Secure from outward force; within himself The danger lies, yet lies within his pow'r: Against his will he can receive no harm. But God left free the will; for what obeys
Reason, is free; and reason he made right, But bid her well beware, and still erect,, Lest by some fair appearing good surpris'd She dictate false, and misinform the will To do what God expressly hath forbid. Not then mistrust, but tender love enjoins, That I should mind thee oft, and mind thou me. Firm we subsist, yet possible to swerve; Since reason not impossibly may meet Some specious object by the foe suborn'd, And fall into deception unaware,
Not keeping strictest watch, as she was warn'd.. Seek not temptation then, which to avoid Were better, and most likely if from me Thou sever not: trial will come unsought, Wouldst thou approve thy constancy? approve First thy obedience; th' other who can know, Not seeing thee attempted, who attest; But if thou think, trial unsought may find Us both securer than thus warn'd thou seem'st, Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more; Go in thy native innocence, rely
On what thou hast of virtue, summon all,
For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine. So spake the patriarch of mankind; but Eve Persisted, yet submiss, though last, reply'd:
With thy permission then, and thus forewarn'd Chiefly by what thy own last reasoning words Touch'd only, that our trial when least sought, May find us both perhaps far less prepar'd, The willinger 1go; nor much expect A foe so proud will first the weaker seek; So bent, the more shall shame him his repulse. Thus saying, from her husband's hand her hand Soft she withdrew, and like a wood-nymph light, Oread or Dryad, or of Delia's train,
Betook her to the groves; but Delia's self In gait surpass'd and goddess-like deport; Though not, as she, with bow and quiver arm'd,
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