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Ill worthie I such title should belong To me transgressour, who for thee ordaind A help, became thy snare; to mee reproach [ 165 ] Rather belongs, distrust and all dispraise: But infinite in pardon was my Judge, That I who first brought Death on all, am gract The sourse of life; next favourable thou,

Who highly thus to entitle me voutsafst, [ 170 ] Farr other name deserving. But the Field To labour calls us now with sweat imposd, Though after sleepless Night; for see the Morn, All unconcernd with our unrest, begins Her rosie progress smiling; let us forth, [ 175 ] I never from thy side henceforth to stray,

Wherere our days work lies, though now enjoind Laborious, till day droop; while here we dwell, What can be toilsom in these pleasant Walkes? Here let us live, though in falln state, content. [ 180 ] So spake, so wishd much-humbld Eve, but Fate Subscribd not; Nature first gave Signs, imprest

On Bird, Beast, Aire, Aire suddenly eclipsd After short blush of Morn; nigh in her sight The Bird of Jove, stoopt from his aerie tour, [ 185 ] Two Birds of gayest plume before him drove: Down from a Hill the Beast that reigns in Woods, First hunter then, pursud a gentle brace, Goodliest of all the Forrest, Hart and Hinde;

Direct to th Eastern Gate was bent thir flight. [ 190 ] Adam observd, and with his Eye the chase Pursuing, not unmovd to Eve thus spake. O Eve, some furder change awaits us nigh, Which Heavn by these mute signs in Nature shews Forerunners of his purpose, or to warn [ 195 ] Us haply too secure of our discharge

From penaltie, because from death releast Some days; how long, and what till then our life, Who knows, or more then this, that we are dust, And thither must return and be no more. [ 200 ]