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His course intended; else how had the world
Inhabited, though sinless, more than now,
Avoided pinching cold and scorching heat?

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These changes in the Heav'ns, though slow, produc'd
Like change on sea and land, sideral, blast,
Vapour, and mist, and exhalation hot,
Corrupt and pestilent: now from the north
Of Norumbega, and the Samoed shore,
Bursting their brazen dungeon, arm'd with ice
And snow and hail and stormy gust and flaw,...
Boreas and Cæcias and Argestes loud

And Thrascias rend the woods and seas upturn;
With adverse blast upturns them from the south
Notus and Afer black with thund'rous clouds
From Serraliona; thwart of these as fierce
Forth rush the Levant and the Ponent winds
Eurus and Zephyr with their lateral noise,
Sirrocco, and Libecchio. Thus began
Outrage from lifeless things; but Discord, first
Daughter of Sin, among the irrational,
Death introduc'd through fierce antipathy:

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Beast now with beast 'gan war, and fowl with fowl,
And fish with fish; to graze the herb all leaving,
Devour'd'each other; nor stood much in awe
Of man, but fled him, or with count'nance grim
Glar'd on him passing. These were from without
The growing miseries which Adam saw

Already' in part, though hid in gloomliest shade
To sorrow' abandon'd, but worse felt within,
And in a troubled sea of passion tost,

Thus to disburden sought with sad complaint:
O miserable of happy! is this the end
Of this new glorious world, and me so late
The glory of that glory, who now become
Accurs'd of blessed, hide me from the face
Of God, whom to behold was then my heighth
Of happiness! yet well, if here would end
The misery; I deserv'd it, and would bear
My own deservings; but this will not serve;
All that I eat or drink, or shall beget,
Is propagated curse. O voice once heard
Delightfully, Increase and multiply,

Now death to hear! for what can I increase
Or multiply, but curses on my head?
Who of all ages to succeed, but feeling
The evil on him brought by me, will curse
My head? Ill fare our ancestor impure,

For this we may thank Adain; but his thanks
Shall be the execration; so besides

Mine cwn that bide upon me, all from me
Shall with a fierce reflux on me redound,
On me as on their natural centre light
Heavy, though in their place. O fleeting joys
Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me man, did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me, or here place
In this delicious garden? As my will
Concurr'd not to my be'ing, it were but right
And equal to reduce me to my dust, '

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Desirous to resign and render back
All I receiv'd, unable to perform:

Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold
The good I sought not. To the loss of that,
Sufficient penalty, why hast thou added
The sense of endless woes? inexplicable
Thy justice seems; yet to say truth, too late
I thus contest; then should have been refus'd
Those terms whatever,, when they were propos'd:
Thou didst accept them: wilt thou enjoy the good,
Then cavil the conditions? and though God
Made thee without thy leave; what if thy son
Prove disobedient, and reprov'd, retort,
Wherefore didst thou beget me? I sought it not:
Wouldst thou admit for his contempt of thee
That proud excuse? yet him not thy election,
But natural necessity begot.

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God made thee' of choice his own, and of his own
To serve him; thy reward was of his grace,
Thy punishment then justly' is at his will.
Be' it so, for I submit; his doom is fair,
That dust I am, and shall to duster turn:
O welcome hour whenever! why delays
His hand to execute what his decree
Fix'd on this day? why do I overlive,

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Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd out
To deathless pain? how gladly would I meet
Mortality my sentence, and be earth

Insensible, how glad would lay me down
As in my mother's lap? there I should rest

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And sleep secure; his dreadful voice no more
Would thunder in my ears, no fear of worse
To me and to my offspring would torment me
With cruel expectation. Yet one doubt
Pursues me still, lest all I cannot die,
Lest that pure breath of life, the spirit of man
Which God inspir'd, cannot together perish
With this corporeal clod; then in the grave,
Or in some other dismal place, who knows
But I shall die a living death? O thought
Horrid, if true! yet why? it was but breath
Of life that sinn'd; what dies but what had life 790
And sin? the body properly hath neither.
All of me then shall die: let this appease
The doubt, since human reach no further knows.
For though the Lord of all be infinite,

Is his wrath also? be it, man is not so,

But mortal doom'd. How can he exercise

Wrath without end on man whom death must end?
Can he make deathless death? that were to make
Strange contradiction, which to God himself
Impossible is held, as argument

Of weakness, not of power. Will he draw out,
For anger's sake, finite to infinite

In punish'd man, to satisfy his rigour
Satisfy'd never? that were to extend

His sentence beyond dust and Nature's law,
By which all causes else according still
To the reception of their matter act,

Not to th' extent of their own sphere. But say

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That death be not one stroke, as I suppos'd,
Bereaving sense, but endless misery
From this day onward, which I feel begun
Both in me, and without me, and so last
To perpetuity; Ay me, that fear

Comes thund'ring back with dreadful revolution
On my defenceless head; both death and I
Am found eternal, and incorporate both,
Nor I in my part single, in me all
Posterity stands curs'd: fair patrimony
That I must leave ye, Sons; O were I able
To waste it all myself, and leave ye none!
So disinherited how would you bless

Me now your curse! Ah, why should all mankind
For one man's fault thus guiltless be condemn'd,
If guiltless? but from me what can proceed,
But all corrupt, both mind and will deprav'd,
Not to do only, but to will the same

With me? how can they then acquitted stand
In sight of God? him after all disputes

Forc'd I absolve: all my evasions vain,

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And reasonings, though through mazes, lead me still

But to my own conviction: first and last

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On me, me only, as the source and spring
Of all corruption, all the blame lights due;

So might the wrath. Fond wish! couldst thou support
That burden heavier than the earth to bear,
Than all the world much heavier, though divided
With that bad woman? thus what thou desir'st
And what thou fear'st, alike destroys all hope

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