Of death denounc'd, whatever thing death be, Deterr'd not from atchieving what might lead To happier life, knowledge of good and evil; Of good, how just? Of evil, if what is evil Be real, why not known, since easier shunn'd? God therefore cannot hurt ye, and be just; Not just, not God; not fear'd then, nor obey'd: Your fear itself of death removes the fear. Why then was this forbid? Why but to awe, Why but to keep ye low and ignorant, His worshippers; he knows that in the day Ye eat thereof, your eyes that seem so clear, Yet are but dim, shall perfectly be then Open'd and clear'd, and ye shall be as Gods, Knowing both good and evil as they know. That ye shall be as Gods, since I as Man, Internal Man, is but proportion meet; I of brute human, ye of human Gods. So ye shall die perhaps, by putting off Human, to put on Gods; death to be wish'd, Though threaten'd, which no worse than this can bring.
And what are Gods that Man may not become As they, participating God-like food?
The Gods are first, and that advantage use On our belief, that all from them proceeds; I question it, for this fair earth I see, Warm'd by the sun, producing every kind, Them nothing: if they all things, who inclos'd Knowledge of good and evil in this tree, That whoso cats thereof, forthwith attains
Wisdom without their leave? And wherein lies Th' offence, that Man should thus attain to know? What can your knowledge hurt him, or this tree Impart against his will if all be his?
Or is it envy, and can envy dwell
In heav'nly breasts? These, these and many more Causes import your need of this fair fruit. Goddess humane, reach then, and freely taste.
He ended, and his words replete with guile Into her heart too easy entrance won: Fix'd on the fruit she gaz'd, which to behold Might tempt alone, and in her ears the sound Yet rung of his persuasive words, impregn'd With reason, to her seeming, and with truth; Mean while the hour of noon drew on, and wak'd An eager appetite, rais'd by the smell
So savory of that fruit, which with desire, Inclinable now grown to touch or taste, Solicited her longing eye; yet first
Pausing a while, thus to herself she mus'd.
Great are thy virtues, doubtless, best of fruits, Though kept from man, and worthy to be admir'd, Whose taste, too long forborn, at first essay Gave elocution to the mute, and taught
The tongue not made for speech to speak thy praise: Thy praise he also who forbids thy use,
Conceals not from us, naming thee the tree Of knowledge, knowledge both of good and evil; Forbids us then to taste, but his forbidding Commends thee more, while it infers the good
By thee communicated, and our want: For good unknown, sure is not had, or had And yet unknown, is as not had at all. In plain then, what forbids he but to know, Forbids us good, forbids us to be wise? Such prohibitions bind not. But if death Bind us with after-bands, what profits then Our inward freedom? In the day we eat Of this fair fruit, our doom is, we shall die. How dies the Serpent? he hath eat'n and lives, And knows, and speaks, and reasons, and discerns, Irrational till then. For us alone
Was death invented? Or to us deny'd
This intellectual food, for beasts reserv'd?· For beasts it seems: yet that one beast which first Hath tasted, envies not, but brings with joy 770 The good befall'n him, author unsuspect, Friendly to man, far from deceit or guile. What fear I then, rather what know to fear Under this ignorance of good and evil, Of God or death, of law or penalty? Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine. Fair to the eye, inviting to the taste,
Of virtue to make wise: What hinders then To reach, and feed at once both body' and mind? So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe, That all was lost. Back to the thicket slunk The guilty Serpent, and well might, for Eve
Intent now wholly on her taste, nought else Regarded, such delight till then, as seem'd,
In fruit she never tasted, whether true Or fancy'd so, through expectation high
Of knowledge, nor was God-head from her thought. Greedily she ingorg'd without restraint,
And knew not eating death: Satiate at length, And heighten'd as with wine, jocund and boon, Thus to herself she pleasingly began.
O sov'reign, virtuous, precious of all trees In Paradise, of opération blest
To sapicnce, hitherto obscur'd, infam'd, And thy fair fruit let hang, as to no end Created; but henceforth my early care,
Not without song, each morning, and due praise, Shall tend thee, and the fertile burden ease Of thy full branches offer'd free to all; Till dieted by thee I grow mature
In knowledge, as the Gods who all things know; Though others envy what they cannot give; For had the gift been theirs, it had not here Thus grown. Experience, next to thee I owe, Best guide; not following thee I had remain'd In ignorance; thou open'st wisdom's way, And givs't access, though secret she retire. And I perhaps am secret; Heav'n is high, High, and remote to see from thence distinct Each thing on earth; and other care perhaps May have diverted from continual watch Our great forbidder, safe with all his spies About him. But to Adam in what sort
Shall I appear? Shall I to him make known As yet my change, and give him to partake Full happiness with me, or rather not,
But keep the odds of knowledge in my power 820 Without copartner? So to add what wants
In female sex, the more to draw his love, And render me more equal, and perhaps, A thing not undesirable, sometime Superior; for inferior who is free?
This may be well: but what if God have seen, And death ensue? Then I shall be no more, And Adam wedded to another Eve, Shall live with her enjoying, I extinct;
A death to think. Confirm'd then I resolve, 830 Adam shall share with me in bliss or woe: So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.
So saying from the tree her step she turn'd, But first low reverence done, as to the Power That dwelt within, whose presence had infus'd Into the plant sciential sap, deriv'd
From nectar, drink of Gods. Adam the while Waiting desirous her return, had wove
Of choicest flow'rs a garland to adorn Her tresses, and her rural labours crown, As reapers oft are wont their harvest queen. Great joy he promis'd to his thoughts, and new Solace in her return, so long delay'd;
Yet oft his heart, divine of something ill, Misgave him; he the falt'ring measure felt;
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