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作品:Paradise Lost Ⅺ 作者:约翰·弥尔顿 字数: 下载本书  举报本章节错误/更新太慢

    Better end heer unborn. hy is life givn

    to be ted from us? rather why

    Obtruded on us thus? who if we knew

    accept [ 505 ]

    Life offerd, or soon beg to lay it down,

    Glad to be so dismist in peace. Can thus

    ted once

    So goodly and erect, tie since,

    to sucly sufferings be debast [ 510 ]

    Under in Man,

    Retaining still Divine similitude

    In part, from sucies be free,

    And for ?

    then [ 515 ]

    Forsook they villifid

    to serve ungovernd appetite, and took

    ish vice,

    Inductive mainly to the sin of Eve.

    t is t, [ 520 ]

    Disfiguring not Gods likeness, but thir own,

    Or if

    pure Natures hful rules

    to loathey

    Gods Image did not reverence in themselves. [ 525 ]

    I yield it just, said Adam, and submit.

    But is t no other way, besides

    these painful passages, how we may come

    to Deatural dust?

    thou well observe [ 530 ]

    t too mucemperance taught

    In st and drinkst, seeking from thence

    Due nouris, not gluttonous delight,

    till many years over turn:

    So maist till like ripe Fruit thou drop [ 535 ]

    Into th ease

    Gat , for deature:

    t t outlive

    trengty, which will change

    to hen [ 540 ]

    Obtuse, all taste of pleasure must forgoe,

    to , and for th

    hy blood will reigne

    A melancholly damp of cold and dry

    to  consume [ 545 ]

    to wor.