So spake our Sire, and by his countnance seemd

Entring on studious thoughts abstruse, which Eve [ 40 ]

Perceaving where she sat retird in sight,

With lowliness Majestic from her seat,

And Grace that won who saw to wish her stay,

Rose, and went forth among her Fruits and Flours,

To visit how they prosperd, bud and bloom, [ 45 ]

Her Nurserie; they at her coming sprung

And toucht by her fair tendance gladlier grew.

Yet went she not, as not with such discourse

Delighted, or not capable her eare

Of what was high: such pleasure she reservd, [ 50 ]

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