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perhaps Thee satiate, to short absence I could yeild. For solitude somtimes is best societie, And short retirement urges sweet returne. But other doubt possesses me, least harm Befall thee sever’d from me; for thou knowst What hath bin 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 somwhere nigh at hand Watches, no doubt, with greedy hope to find His wish and best advantage, us asunder, Hopeless to circumvent us joynd, where each To other speedie aide might lend at need; Whether his first design be to withdraw Our fealtie from God, or to disturb Conjugal Love, then which perhaps no bliss Enjoy’d by us excites his envie more; Or this, or worse, leave not the faithful side That gave thee being, stil shades thee and protects. The Wife, where danger or dishonour lurks, Safest and seemliest by her Husband staies, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.

      To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve, As one who loves, and some unkindness meets, With sweet austeer composure thus reply’d.

      Ofspring of Heav’n and Earth, and all Earths Lord,

       That such an enemie we have, who seeks

       Our ruin, both by thee informd I learne,

       And from the parting Angel over-heard

       As in a shadie nook I stood behind,

       Just then returnd at shut of Evening Flours.

       But that thou shouldst my firmness therefore doubt

       To God or thee, because we have a foe

       May tempt it, I expected not to hear.

       His violence thou fearst not, being such,

       As wee, not capable of death or paine,

       Can either not receave, or can repell.

       His fraud is then thy fear, which plain inferrs

       Thy equal fear that my firm Faith and Love

       Can by his fraud be shak’n or seduc’t;

       Thoughts, which how found they harbour in thy Brest,

       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 it self, intended by our Foe. For hee who tempts, though in vain, at least asperses The tempted with dishonour foul, suppos’d Not incorruptible of Faith, not prooff Against temptation: thou thy self with scorne And anger wouldst 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 Enemie, though bold, will hardly dare, Or daring, first on mee th’ assault shall light. Nor thou his malice and false guile contemn; Suttle he needs must be, who could seduce Angels, nor think superfluous others aid. I from the influence of thy looks receave Access in every Vertue, 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-reacht Would utmost vigor raise, and rais’d unite. Why shouldst not thou like sense within thee feel When I am present, and thy trial choose With me, best witness of thy Vertue tri’d.

      So spake domestick Adam in his care And Matrimonial Love, but Eve, who thought Less attributed to her Faith sincere, Thus her reply with accent sweet renewd.

      If this be our condition, thus to dwell

       In narrow circuit strait’nd by a Foe,

       Suttle or violent, we not endu’d

       Single with like defence, wherever met,

       How are we happie, still in fear of harm?

       But harm precedes not sin: onely our Foe

       Tempting affronts us with his foul esteem

       Of our integritie: his foul esteeme

       Sticks no dishonor on our Front, but turns

       Foul on himself; then wherfore shund or feard

       By us? who rather double honour gaine

       From his surmise prov’d false, finde peace within,

       Favour from Heav’n, our witness from th’ event.

       And what is Faith, Love, Vertue unassaid

       Alone, without exterior help sustaind?

       Let us not then suspect our happie State

       Left so imperfet by the Maker wise,

       As not secure to single or combin’d.

       Fraile is our happiness, if this be so,

       And Eden were no Eden thus expos’d.

      To whom thus Adam fervently repli’d. O Woman, best are all things as the will Of God ordaind them, his creating hand Nothing imperfet or deficient left Of all that he Created, much less Man, Or ought that might his happie State secure, Secure from outward force; within himself The danger lies, yet lies within his power: Against his will he can receave no harme. But God left free the Will, for what obeyes Reason, is free, and Reason he made right, But bid her well beware, and still erect, Least by some faire appeering good surpris’d She dictate false, and missinforme the Will To do what God expresly hath forbid. Not then mistrust, but tender love enjoynes, 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 subornd, And fall into deception unaware, Not keeping strictest watch, as she was warnd. Seek not temptation then, which to avoide Were better, and most likelie if from mee Thou sever not; Trial will come unsought. Wouldst thou approve thy constancie, approve First thy obedience; th’ other who can know, Not seeing thee attempted, who attest? But if thou think, trial unsought may finde Us both securer then thus warnd thou seemst, Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more; Go in thy native innocence, relie On what thou hast of vertue, summon all, For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine.

      So spake the Patriarch of Mankinde, but Eve Persisted, yet submiss, though last, repli’d.

      With thy permission then, and thus forewarnd

       Chiefly by what thy own last reasoning words

       Touchd onely, that our trial, when least sought,

       May finde us both perhaps farr less prepar’d,

       The willinger I goe, 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 Husbands hand her hand

       Soft she withdrew, and like a Wood-Nymph light

       Oread or Dryad, or of Delia’s Traine, Betook her to the Groves, but Delia’s self In gate surpass’d and Goddess-like deport, Though not as shee with Bow and Quiver armd, But with such Gardning Tools as Are yet rude, Guiltless of fire had formd, or Angels brought, To Pales, or Pomona, thus adornd, Likest she seemd, Pomona when she fled Vertumnus, or to Ceres in her Prime, Yet Virgin of Proserpina from Jove. Her long with ardent look his Eye pursu’d Delighted, but desiring more her stay. Oft he to her his charge of quick returne, Repeated, shee to him as oft engag’d To be returnd by Noon amid the Bowre, And all things in best order to invite Noontide repast, or Afternoons repose. O much deceav’d, much failing, hapless Eve, Of thy presum’d return! event perverse! Thou never from that houre in Paradise Foundst either sweet repast, or found repose; Such ambush hid among sweet Flours and Shades Waited with hellish rancor imminent To intercept thy way, or send thee back Despoild of Innocence, of Faith, of Bliss. For now, and since first break of dawne the Fiend, Meer Serpent in appearance, forth was come, And on his Quest, where likeliest he might finde The onely two of Mankinde, but in them The whole included Race, his purposd prey. In Bowre and Field he sought, where any tuft Of Grove or Garden-Plot more pleasant lay, Thir tendance or Plantation for delight, By Fountain or by shadie Rivulet

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