Oft he to her his charge of quick returne
Repeated, shee to him as oft engagd [ 400 ]
To be returnd by Noon amid the Bowre,
And all things i order to invite
Noontide repast, or Afternoons repose.
O much deceavd, much failing, hapless Eve,
Of thy presumd retur perverse! [ 405 ]
Thou never from that houre in Paradise
Foundst either sweet repast, or sound repose;
Such ambush hid among sweet Flours and Shades
Waited with hellish rancour immi
To intercept thy way, or send thee back [ 410 ]
Despoild of Innoce, of Faith, of Bliss.
For now, and since first break of dawhe Fiend,
Meer Serpent in appearance, forth was e,
And on his Quest, where likeliest he might finde
The owo of Mankinde, but in them [ 415 ]
The whole included Race, his purposd prey.
In Bowre and Field he sought, where any tuft
Of Grove arden-Plot more pleasant lay,
Thir tendance or Plantation for delight,
By Fountain or by shadie Rivulet [ 420 ]
He sought them both, but wishd his hap might find
Eve separate, he wishd, but not with hope
Of what so seldom cd, when to his wish,
Beyond his hope, Eve separate he spies,
Veild in a Cloud rance, where she stood, [ 425 ]
Half spid, so thick the Roses bushing round
About her glowd, oft stooping to support
Each Flour of slealk, whose head though gay
ation, Purple, Azure, or spect with Gold,
Hung drooping unsustaind, them she upstaies [ 430 ]
Gently with Mirtle band, mihe while,
Her self, though fairest unsupported Flour,
From her best prop so farr, and storm so nigh.
Neerer he drew, and many a walk traversd
Of stateliest Covert, Cedar, Pine, or Palme, [ 435 ]
Then voluble and bold, now hid, now seen
Among thick-wovn Arborets and Flours
Imborderd on each Bank, the hand of Eve:
Spot more delicious then those Gardens feignd
Or of revivd Adonis, or renownd [ 440 ]
Alous, host of old Laertes Son,
Or that, not Mystic, where the Sapient King
Held dalliah his fair Egyptian Spouse.
Much hee the Place admird, the Person more.