ed when sad Eve beheld,
Desolate we, approaching nigh,
Soft o his fierce passion she assayd: [ 865 ]
But ern regard hus repelld.
Out of my sig, t name best
Befits thy self as false
And eful; nots, but t thy shape,
Like ine may shew [ 870 ]
to ures from thee
t too ended
to for thee
I ed thy pride
And ie, w was safe, [ 875 ]
Rejected my forewarning, and disdaind
Not to be trusted, longing to be seen
the Devil himself, him overweening
to over-reac meeting
Foold and beguild, by hee, [ 880 ]
to trust thee from my side, imagind wise,
Constant, mature, proof against all assaults,
And understood not all a shew
Ratu, all but a Rib
Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, [ 885 ]
More to t sinister from me drawn,
ell if t, as supernumerarie
to my just number found. O why did God,
Creator peopld heavn
its Masculine, create at last [ 890 ]
tie on Eart
Of Nature, and not fill t once
it Feminine,
Or find some oto generate
Mankind? t then befalln, [ 895 ]
And more t shall befall, innumerable
Disturbances on Earthrough Femal snares,
And straigion her
fit Mate, but such
As some misfortune brings ake, [ 900 ]
Or w shall seldom gain
t shall see her gaind
By a farr worse, or if shheld
By Parents, or coo late
S, alreadie linkt and edlock-bound [ 905 ]
to a fell Adversarie, e or shame:
e calamitie shall cause
to humane life, and houshold peace confound.