BOOK V. P A,D. ISE LOST. Our givers their own gifts, and large below F`0111 large below'd, where nature multiplies Her fertile growth, and by difburd'ning grows More fruitful, which inftruas us not to Ipare, 320 To whom thus Eve, Adam, earth's hallow'd mould Of God irifpir'd ! imall lore will ferve, where ftote, (All feafons) ripe for ufe hangs on the talk ; Save what by frugal Loring firmnefs gains To nourifh, and luperfluous moil confumes. 325 But I will hale, and from each, bough and brake, Each plant, and juiciett gourd, will pluck fuch choice To entertain our Angel-gueft, as he Beholding {hall confers, that here on earth God bath difpened his bounties, as in heav'n. 33° So Paying, with difpatchful looks in hale She turns, on hofpitable thoughts intent What choice to chufe for delicacy beer, What order, fo contriv'd as not to mix Tales, not well join'd, inelegant ; but bring 335 Tafte after tale, upheld with kindlieft change Bettirs her then, and from each tender ftalk Whatever earth all-bearing mother yields In India eaft or weft ; or middle thore In Pontus, or the Punic coal, or where 34° Alcinous reign'd, fruit of all kinds, in coat Rough, or finooth rind, or bearded hulk, or then, She gathers ; tribute large ! and on the board Heaps with unfparing hand : for drink, the grape She crushes (inoffenfive Muti) and meathes 345 From many a berry: and from tweet kernels prefS'd, She tempers dulcet creams ; nor there to hold Wants her fit veffels pure : then thews the ground With rote, and odors from the fhrub unfum'd. Mean 133
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