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To perpetuity ;-Ay me! that fear
none ! So disinherited, how would
bless Me, now your curse! Ah, why should all man
kind, For one man's fault, thus guiltless be condemn'd, If guiltless ? But from me what can proceed, But all corrupt; both mind and will deprav'd Not to do only, but to will the same With me? How can they then acquitted stand In sight of God? Him, after all disputes, Forc'd I absolve : all my evasions vain, And reasonings, though through mazes, lead me
still, But to my own conviction : first and last On me, me only, as the source and spring Of all corruption, all the blame lights due; So might the wrath! fond wish! couldst thou sup
port That burden, heavier than the earth to bear; Than all the world much heavier, though divided With that bad Woman? Thus, what thou desir'st
And what thou fear'st, alike destroys all hope
Thus Adam to himself lamented loud,
for O woods, O fountains, hillocks, dales, and bowers! With other echo late I taught your shades
and resound far other song:Whom thus affficted when sad Eve beheld, Desolate where she sat, approaching nigh, Soft words to his fierce passion she assay'd;
prayers or cries.
But her with stern regard he thus repell’d.
Out of my sight, thou Serpent ! That name best Befits thee with him leagu’d, thyself as false And bateful; nothing wants, but that thy shape, Like his, and colour serpentine, may show Thy inward fraud ; to warn all creatures from thee Henceforth ; lest that too heavenly form, pretended To hellish falshood, snare them ! But for thee I had persisted happy; had not thy pride And wandering vanity, when least was safe, Rejected my forewarning, and disdain'd Not to be trusted ; longing to be seen, Though by the Devil himself; him overweening To over-reach; but with the serpent meeting, Fool'd and beguild; by whom thou, I by thee To trust thee from my side ; imagin’d wise, Constant, mature, proof against all assaults ; And understood not all was but a show, Rather than solid virtue; all but a rib Crooked by nature, bent as now appears, More to the part sinister, from me drawn; Well if thrown out, as supernumerary To my just number found. O! why did God, Creator wise, that peopled highest Heaven With Spirits masculine, create at last This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once With Men, as Angels, without feminine;
Or find some other way to generate
He added not, and from her turn'd; but Eve,
Forsake me not thus, Adam ! witness Heaven What love sincere, and reverence in my heart I bear thee, and unweeting have offended, Unhappily deceiv'd! Thy suppliant I beg , and clasp thy knees; bereave me not, Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid, Thy counsel, in this uttermost distress, My only strength and stay : forlorn of thee,
Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ?
woe ; Me, me only, just object of his ire !
She ended weeping; and her lowly plight,
Unwary, and too desirous, as before,