And all a circling row
Of goodliest trees loaden Fruit,
Blossoms and Fruits at once of golden hue
Appeerd, :
On whe Sun more glad impressd his beams [ 150 ]
then in fair Evening Cloud, or humid Bow,
h; so lovely seemd
t Lantskip: And of pure now purer aire
Meets o t inspires
Vernal deligo drive [ 155 ]
All sadness but despair: nole gales
Fanning thir odoriferous wings dispense
Native perfumes, and wole
to them who saile
Beyond t [ 160 ]
Mozambic, off at Sea Nort windes blow
Sabean Odours from the spicie shoare
Of Arabie t, h such delay
ell pleasd thir course, and many a League
Ceful smell old Ocean smiles. [ 165 ]
So entertaind ts the Fiend
ter pleasd
the fishie fume,
t drove he Spouse
Of tobits Son, and [ 170 ]
From Media post to ?gypt, t bound.
Noo t of t steep savage hill
Satan had journied on, pensive and slow;
But furtwind,
As one continud brake, th [ 175 ]
Of sangling bus
All pat t past t way:
One Gate t lookd East
On th arch-fellon saw
Due entrance empt, [ 180 ]
At one slight bound high over leapd all bound
Of all, and shin
Lig. As when a prowling olfe,
o seek new for prey,
atc eeve [ 185 ]
In es amid the field secure,
Leaps ore to the Fould:
Or as a t to unhe cash
Of some ricantial dores,
Cross-barrd and bolted fast, fear no assault, [ 190 ]
In at tiles;
So clomb t grand to Gods Fould:
So since into his Church lewd hirelings climbe.