Boor V. PARADISE LOST. She needed, virtue-proof, no thought infirm Alter'd her cheek. On whom the Angel Hail Beftow'd, the holy falutation us'd Long after w bieft Mary, fecond Eve. 135 385 Hail Mother of Mankind ! whole fruitful womb Shall fill the world more numerous with thy ions, Than with theft various fruits the trees of God 390 Have heap'd this table. Rais'd of graffy turf Their table was, and moffy feats had round : And on her ample fquare, from fide to fide, All Autumn pil'd, though Spring and Autumn here Danc'd hand in hand. A while difcourfe they hold; (No fear left dinner cool) when thus began 396 Our author. Heav'nly ffranger ! pleafe to mite Thefe bounties which our nourifher, fromwhom All perfe1 good, unmeafur'd out, defcends To us for food, and for delight, hath caus'd 4.00 The earth to yield : unfavoury food perhaps To fpiritual Natures ; only this I know, That one Celeftial Father gives to all. To whom the Angel. Therefore what he gives (Whofe praife be ever fung !) to man, in part 4°5 Spiritual, may of pureft fpirits be found No ingrateful food : and food alike thole pure Intelligential fubflances require, As doth your rational : and both contain Within them every lower faculty 410 Of fenfe, whereby they hear, Lee, linen, touch, tafte Tatting conco&, eligeft, affirnilate, And Corporeal to incorporeal turn. For know, whatever was created, needs To be fuflain'd and fed : of elements 415 The gruffer feeds the purer ; earth the fea 5 Earth
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