Boox V. PARADISE LOST. Ill matching words and deeds long pall or late. Some fuch refemblances methinks 1 find Of our hit evening's talk, in this thy dream, But with addition arange : yet be not fad, Evil into the mind of God or Man May come and go, fo unapprov'd, and leave No fpot or blame behind : which gives me hope That what in fleep thou didfl abhor to dream, 120 Waking thou never wilt confent to do. Be not difhearten'd then, nor cloud thole looks, That wont to be more chearful and ferene, Than when fair morning firft (miles on the world And let us to our frefh employments rife 125 Among the groves, the fountains, and the fiow'rs, That open now their choiceft bofom'd fmells Referv'd from night, and kept for thee in fore. So chear'd he his fair-I-pule, and the was chear'd, But fluently a gentle tear let fall 130 From either eye, and wip'd them with her hair Two other precious drops that ready flood, Each in their chryflal fluke, he e'er they fell Kifs'd, as the gracious figns of Tweet remorfe, And pious awe, that fear'd to have offended. So all was clear'd, and to the field they hafte But firft from under 'lady arborous roof, Soon as they forth were come to open fight Of day-fpring, and the fun (who fcarce up-ris'n With wheels yet hov'ring o'er the ocean brim, Shot parallel to th' earth his dewy ray, Difcovering in wide landfcape all the eaft Of Paradife, and Eden's happy plains.) Lowly they bow'd, adoring, acid began Their orifons, each morning dilly paid In various ityle; for neither various ityle II5 135 140 145 Nor
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