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So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste

She turns, on hospitable thoughts i

What choice to chuse for delicacie best,

What order, so trivd as not to mix

Tastes, not well joynd, i, but bring [ 335 ]

Taste after taste upheld with ki ge,

Bestirs her then, and from each tealk

Whatever Earth all-bearing Mother yields

In India East or West, or middle shoare

In Pontus or the Punic Coast, or where [ 340 ]

Alnd, fruit of all kindes, in coate,

Rough, or smooth rind, or bearded husk, or shell

She gathers, Tribute large, and on the board

Heaps with unsparing hand; for drink the Grape

She crushes, inoffensive moust, ahes [ 345 ]

From many a berrie, and from sweet kernels prest

She tempers dulcet creams, nor these to hold

Wants her fit vessels pure, then strews the ground

With Rose and Odours from the shrub unfumd.

Mean while our Primitive great Sire, to meet [ 350 ]

His god-like Guest, walks forth, without more train

Apahen with his own pleat

Perfes; in himself was all his state,

More solemhe tedious pomp that waits

On Princes, when thir rich Retinue long [ 355 ]

Of Horses led, and Grooms besmeard with Gold

Dazles the croud, ahem all agape.

Neerer his presence Adam though not awd,

Yet with submiss approad reverence meek,

As to a superior Nature, bowing low, [ 360 ]

Thus said. Native of Heavn, for other place

None then Heavn such glorious shape tain;

Since by desding from the Thrones above,

Those happie places thou hast deignd a while

To want, and honour these, voutsafe with us [ 365 ]

Two onely, who yet by sift possess

This spacious ground, in yonder shadie Bowre

To rest, and what the Garden choicest bears

To sit and taste, till this meridia

Be over, and the Sun more coole dee. [ 370 ]

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