Her self, though fairest unsupported Flour,

Or that, not Mystic, where the Sapient King

Held dalliance with his fair Egyptian Spouse.

Of stateliest Covert, Cedar, Pine, or Palme, [ 435 ]

The whole included Race, his purposd prey.

Thou never from that houre in Paradise

Gently with Mirtle band, mindless the while,

And on his Quest, whereｈttpｓ://ｒeaｄ.9９ｃsw•coｍ likeliest he might finde

Alcinous, host of old Laertes Son,

Thir tendance or Plantation for delight,

Noontide repast, or Afternoons repose.

Spot more delicious then those Gardens feignd

To intercept thy way, or send thee back [ 410 ]

By Fountain or by shadie Rivulet [ 420 ]

About her glowd, oft stooping to suhtｔｐｓ://read.99ｃsｗ•cｏmpport

Repeated, shee to him as oft engagd [ 400 ]

Or of revivd Adonis, or renownd [ 440 ]

Among thick-wovn Arborets and Flours

In Bowre and Field he sought, where any tuft

Beyond his hope, Eve separate he spies,

Eve separate, he wishd, but not with hope

Such ambush hid among sweet Flours and Shades

Carnation, Purple, Azure,ｈｔtpｓ://reａd.9９ｃｓw.com or spect with Gold,

For now, and since first break of dawne the Fiend,

Meer Serpent in appearance, forth was come,

To be returnd by Noon amid the Bowre,

O much deceavd, much failing, hapless Eve,

Foundst either sweet repast, or sound repose;

The onely two of Mankinde, but in them [ 415 ]

Veild in a Cloud of Fragrance, where she stood, [ ｈtｔpｓ://ｒｅad•９９ｃsｗ•cｏｍ425 ]

Much hee the Place admird, the Person more.

Imborderd on each Bank, the hand of Eve:

Waited with hellish rancour imminent

Of thy presumd return! event perverse! [ 405 ]

Then voluble and bold, now hid, now seen

Of Grove or Garden-Plot more pleasant lay,

From her best prop so farr, and storm so nigh.

He sought them both, but wishd his hap might九九藏書 find

Half spid, so thick the Roses bushing round

Oft he to her his charge of quick returne

And all things in best order to invite

Hung drooping unsustaind, them she upstaies [ 430 ]

Despoild of Innocence, of Faith, of Bliss.

Neerer he drew, and many a walk traversd

Each Flour of slender stalk, whose head though gay

Of what so seldom chancd, when to his wish,