Her hand he seisd, and to a shadie bank,

Thick overhead with verdant roof imbowrd

He led her nothing loath; Flours were the Couch,

Pansies, and Violets, and Asphodel, [ 1040 ]

And Hyacinth, Earths freshest softest lap.

There they thir fill of Love and Loves disport

Took largely, of thir mutual guilt the Seale,

The solace of thir sin, till dewie sleep

Oppressd them, wearied with thir amorous play. [ 1045 ]

Soon as the force of that fallacious Fruit,

That with exhilerating vapour bland

About thir spirits had plaid, and inmost powers

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