Boox IX. PARADISE LOST. 247 To whom thus Eve, yet lintels. Of the fruit Of each tree in the Garden we may eat ; 66o But of the fruit of this fair tree amidit The Gatden, God hath laid, Ye tball not eat Thereof, nor than ye touch it, leaft ye die. She fcarce had laid, tho' brief, when now more bold, The tempter (but with thew of zeal, and love - 665 To man, and indignation at his wrong) New part puts on ; and as to paffion mov'd, Fluauates difturb'd, yet comely, and in at Rais'd, as of Come great matter to begin. As when of old fome Orator renown'd, 67o In Athens, or free Borne, where eloquence Flourilh'd (fence mute l) to tome great caufe addreft, Stood in himfelf colleded ; while each part, Motion, each a6t, won audience, e'er the tongue; Sometimes in height began, as no delay 675 Of preface brooking, through his zeal of right: So ftanding, moving, or to height up-grown, The temper all im-paffion'd thus began. 0 facred, wife, and wifdom-giving plant, Mother of fcience ! now I feel thy pow'r 68o Within me clear ; not only to difcern Things in their caufes, but to trace the ways Of higheft agents, deem'd however wife. Qaeen of this univerfe! do not believe Thofe rigid threats of death: ye (hall not die: 685 How fhould ye ? by the fruit ? it gives you life To knowledge : by the threatner ? Look on me, Me who have touch'd, and tafted; yet both live, And life more perfea have attain'd than fate Meant me, by venturing higher than my lot. 690 Shall that be (hut to man, which to the beaft Is
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