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Well hast thou motioned, well thy thoughts employed, How we might best fulfil the work which here God hath assigned us; nor of me shalt pass Unpraised; for nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote. Yet not so strictly hath our Lord imposed Labour, as to debar us when we need Refreshment, whether food, or talk between, Food of the mind, or this sweet intercourse Of looks and smiles, for smiles from reason flow, To brute denied, and are of love the food, Love, not the lowest end of human life. For not to irksome toil, but to delight, He made us, and delight to reason joined. These paths and bowers doubt not but our joint hands Will keep from wilderness with ease, as wide As we need walk, till younger hands ere long Assist us. But if much converse, perhaps, Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield; For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. But other doubt possesses me, lest harm Befall thee, severed from me; for thou know'st What hath been warned us; what malicious foe, Envying our happiness, and of his own Despairing, seeks to work us woe and shame By sly assault; and somewhere, nigh at hand, Watches, no doubt, with greedy hope to find His wish and best advantage, us asunder; Hopeless to circumvent us joined, where each To other speedy aid might lend at need. Whether his first design be to withdraw Our fealty to God, or to disturb Conjugal love, than which, perhaps, no bliss Enjoyed by us excites his envy more;

Or this, or worse, leave not the faithful side Воок IX.—265-300] That gave thee being, still shades thee, and protects. The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks, Safest and seemliest by her husband stays, Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.

PARADISE LOST.

To whom the virgin majesty of Eve, As one who loves, and some unkindness meets, With sweet austere composure thus replied:

Offspring of heaven and earth, and all earth's lord! That such an enemy we have, who seeks Our ruin, both by thee informed I learn, And from the parting Angel overheard, As in a shady nook I stood behind, Just then returned at shut of evening flowers. 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 fearest not; being such As we, not capable of death or pain, Can either not receive, or can repel. His fraud is, then, thy fear; which plain infers Thy equal fear, that my firm faith and love Can by his fraud be shaken or seduced: Thoughts, which how found they harbour in thy breast, Adam, misthought of her to thee so dear?

To whom, with healing words, Adam replied: 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 The attempt itself, intended by our foe. For he who tempts, though in vain, at least asperses The tempted with dishonour foul, supposed Not incorruptible of faith, not proof Against temptation. Thou thyself, with scorn And anger wouldst resent the offered wrong,