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Wept at completing of the mortal sin

Original; while Adam took no thought,

Original; while Adam took no thought,

Eating his fill; nor Eve to iterate

Her former trespass feared, the more to soothe

Her former trespass feared, the more to soothe

Him with her loved society; that now,

As with new wine intoxicated both,

They swim in mirth, and fancy that they feel

Divinity within them breeding wings,

Wherewith to scorn the earth. But that false fruit

Far other operation first displayed,

Carnal desire inflaming: he on Eve

Began to cast lascivious eyes; she him

As wantonly repaid; in lust they burn,

Till Adam thus 'gan Eve to dalliance move:

Eve, now I see thou art exact of taste, And elegant, of sapience no small part; Since to each meaning savour we apply, And palate call judicious; I the praise Yield thee, so well this day thou hast purveyed. Much pleasure we have lost, while we abstained From this delightful fruit, nor known till now True relish, tasting. If such pleasure be In things to us forbidden, it might be wished, For this one tree had been forbidden ten. But come, so well refreshed, now let us play, As meet is, after such delicious fare; For never did thy beauty, since the day I saw thee first, and wedded thee, adorned With all perfections, so inflame my sense With ardour to enjoy thee, fairer now Than ever; bounty of this virtuous tree!

So said he, and forbore not glance or toy

Of amourous intent, well understood

Of Eve, whose eyes darted contagious fire.

Her hand he seized; and to a shady bank,

Thick overhead with verdant roof embowered,

He led her, nothing loth; flowers were the couch,

Pansies, and violets, and asphodel,

And hyacinth; earth's freshest, softest lap.

And hyacinth; fill of love and love's disport

There they their fill of love and love's disport

Took largely, of their mutual guilt the seal,

Took largely, of their sin; till dewy sleep

The solace of their sin; till dewy sleep

Oppressed them, wearied with their amourous play.

Soon as the force of that fallacious fruit,

That with exhilarating vapour bland, About their spirits had played, and inmost powers Made err, was now exhaled; and grosser sleep, Bred of unkindly fumes, with conscious dreams Encumbered, now had left them; up they rose As from unrest, and, each the other viewing, Soon found their eyes how opened, and their minds How darkened. Innocence, that, as a veil, Had shadowed them from knowing ill, was gone; Just confidence, and native righteousness, And honour, from about them, naked left To guilty shame: he covered, but his robe Uncovered more. So rose the Danite strong, Herculean Samson, from the harlot-lap Of Philistean Dalilah, and waked Shorn of his strength; they, destitute and bare Of all their virtue, silent, and in face Confounded; long they sat, as stricken mute; Till Adam, though not less than Eve abashed, At length gave utterance to these words constrained:

O Eve, in evil hour thou didst give ear

To that false worm, of whomsoever taught

To counterfeit man's voice; true in our fall,

False in our promised rising; since our eyes

Opened we find, indeed, and find we know

Both good and evil; good lost, and evil got;

Bad fruit of knowledge, if this be to know,

Which leaves us naked thus, of honor void,