At such bold words voucht with a deed so bold:

Here, happie Creature, fair Angelic Eve,

But somtimes in the Air, as wee, somtimes

I rose as at thy call, but found thee not;

That brought me on a sudden to the Tree

To find this but a dream! Thus Eve her Night

And why not Gods of Men, since good, the more

Communicated, more abundant growes,

Taste th九九藏書is, and be henceforth among the Gods

Partake thou also; happie though thou art, [ 75 ]

So quicknd appetite, that I, methought, [ 85 ]

Nor God, nor Man; is Knowledge so despisd? [ 60 ]

Or envie, or what reserve forbids to taste?

So saying, he drew nigh, and to me held,

One shapd and wingd like one of those from Heavn [ 55 ]

What life theｈｔtｐｓ://ｒeａd•99csw•cｏm Gods live there, and such live thou.

The Author not impaird, but honourd more?

And various: wondring at my flight and change

This said he pausd not, but with ventrous Arme

With him I flew, and underneath beheld

Thy self a Goddess, not to Earth confind,

To this high exaltation; suddenly [ 90 ]

He pluckt, he tasted; mee damp horror chi九九藏書ld [ 65 ]

Forbid who will, none shall from me withhold

And O fair Plant, said he, with fruit surchargd,

And as I wondring lookt, beside it stood

Ascend to Heavn, by merit thine, and see [ 80 ]

Deigns none to ease thy load and taste thy sweet,

Of interdicted Knowledge: fair it seemd,

Related, and thus Adam answerd sad.

Which he had pluckt; the pleashｔtｐs://ｒeaｄ.９９cｓｗ•ｃｏｍant savourie smell

For Gods, yet able to make Gods of Men: [ 70 ]

My Guide was gon, and I, me thought, sunk down,

Forbiddn here, it seems, as onely fit

Sweet of thy self, but much more sweet thus cropt,

By us oft seen; his dewie locks distilld

The Earth outstretcht immense, a prospect wide

Longer thy offerd good, why else set here?

Much fairer to myｒｅａｄ.９９ｃsｗ•ｃｏm Fancie then by day:

To find thee I directed then my walk;

And on, methought, alone I passd through ways [ 50 ]

Ambrosia; on that Tree he also gazd;

Happier thou mayst be, worthier canst not be:

Could not but taste. Forthwith up to the Clouds

Even to my mouth of that same fruit held part

And fell asleep; but O how glad I wakd

But he thus overjoyd, O Fruit Divine,