And higher then that Wall a cirg row
Of goodliest Trees loaden with fairest Fruit,
Blossoms and Fruits at once of golden hue
Appeerd, with gay enameld colours mixt:
On which the Sun mlad impressd his beams [ 150 ]
Then in fair Evening Cloud, or humid Bow,
When God hath showrd the earth; so lovely seemd
That Lantskip: And of pure now purer aire
Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires
Vernal delight and joy, able to drive [ 155 ]
All sadness but despair: now gentle gales
Fanning thir odoriferous wings dispense
Native perfumes, and whisper whehey stole
Those balmie spoiles. As when to them who saile
Beyond the Cape of Hope, and noast [ 160 ]
Mozambic, off at Sea North-East windes blow
Sabean Odours from the spicie shoare
Of Arabie the blest, with such delay
Well pleasd they slack thir course, and many a League
Cheard with the grateful smell old O smiles. [ 165 ]
So eaind those odorous sweets the Fiend
Who came thir bahough with them better pleasd
Then Asmodeus with the fishie fume,
That drove him, though enamourd, from the Spouse
Of Tobits Son, and with a vengeance sent [ 170 ]
From Media post to Ægypt, there fast bound.
Now to th ast of that steep savage Hill
Satan had journied on, pensive and slow;
But further way found none, so thitwind,
As one tinud brake, the undergrowth [ 175 ]
Of shrubs and tangling bushes had perplext
All path of Man or Beast that past that way:
Oe there only was, and that lookd East
On th other side: which when th arch-fellon saw
Due entrance he disdaind, and in pt, [ 180 ]
At one slight bound high over leapd all bound
Of Hill hest Wall, and sheer within
Lights on his feet. As when a prowling Wolfe,
Whom hunger drives to seek new haunt for prey,
Watg where Shepherds pen thir Flocks at eeve [ 185 ]
In hurdld Cotes amid the field secure,
Leaps ore the feh ease into the Fould:
Or as a Thief bent to unhoord the cash
Of some rich Burgher, whose substantial dores,
Cross-barrd and bolted fast, fear no assault, [ 190 ]
In at the window climbs, or ore the tiles;
So b this first grand Thief into Gods Fould:
So sio his Church lewd Hirelings climbe.