Adam enquires concerning celestial motions, is doubtfully answered, and exhorted to search rather things more worthy of knowledge: Adam assents; and still desirous to detain Raphael, relates to him what he remembered since his own creation; his placing in Paradise, his talk with God concerning solitude and fit society, his first meeting and nuptials with Eve; his discourse with the Angel thereupon; who, after admonitions repeated, departs.
THE Angel ended; and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear; Then, as new-waked, thus gratefully replied.
"What thanks sufficient, or what recompense Equal, have I to render thee, divine Historian, who thus largely hast allay'd The thirst I had of knowledge, & vouchsafed This friendly condescension, to relate Things else by me unsearchable, now heard With wonder, but delight, and, as is due, With glory attributed to the high Creator? Something yet of doubt remains, Which only thy solution can resolve. When I behold this goodly frame, this world, Of Heaven & Earth consisting, and compute Their magnitudes, this earth, a spot, a grain, An atom, with the firmament compared, And all her number'd stars, that seem to roll Spaces incomprehensible, for such Their distance argues, and their swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot, One day and night, in all their vast survey Useless besides; reasoning, I oft admire, How nature, wise and frugal, could commit Such disproportions, with superfluous hand So many nobler bodies to create, Greater so manifold, to this one use, For ought appears, and on their orbs impose Such restless revolution, day by day Repeated; while the sedentary earth, That better might with far less compass move, Served by more noble than herself, attains Her end without least motion, and receives, As tribute, such a sumless journey brought Of incorporeal speed, her warmth and light;
Speed, to describe whose swiftness number fails." So spake our sire, and by his countenance seem'd Entering on studious thoughts abstruse; which Eve Perceiving, where she sat retired in sight, With lowliness majestic from her seat, And grace that won who saw to wish her stay, Rose, and went forth among her fruits and flowers, To visit how they prosper'd, bud and bloom, Her nursery they at her coming sprung, And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew Yet went she not, as not with such discourse Delighted, or not capable her ear
Of what was high: such pleasure she reserved, Adam relating, she sole auditress; Her husband the relator she preferr'd Before the Angel, and of him to ask Chose rather; he, she knew, would intermix Grateful digressions, and solve high dispute With conjugal caresses; from his lip
Not words alone pleas'd her. O when meet now Such pairs, in love and mutual honour join'd? With goddess-like demeanour forth she went, Not unattended, for on her, as queen, A pomp of winning graces waited still, And, from about her, shot darts of desire Into all eyes, to wish her still in sight. And Raphael now, to Adam's doubt proposed, Benevolent and facile, thus replied.
"To ask, or search I blame thee not, for Heaven Is as the book of God before thee set, Wherein to read his wondrous works, and learn His seasons, hours, or days, or months, or years: This to attain, whether Heaven move, or Earth, Imports not, or if thou reckon right; the rest, From man or angel, the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not divulge His secrets, to be scann'd by them, who ought Rather admire: or, if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes, perhaps to move His laughter, at their quaint opinions wide, Hereafter, when they come to model Heaven, And calculate the stars, how they will wield The mighty frame, how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances, how gird the sphere, With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.
Already by thy reasoning this I guess, Who art to lead thy offspring, and supposest, That bodies bright and greater should not serve The less, not bright; nor Heaven such journies run, Earth. sitting still, when she alone receives The benefit. Consider first, that great Or bright infers not excellence: the Earth, Though in comparison of Heaven so small, Nor glistering, may, of solid good, contain More plenty than the sun, that barren shines, Whose virtue on itself works no effect, But in the fruitful earth; there first received, His beams, unactive else, their vigour find. Yet not to earth are those bright luminaries Officious, but to thee, earth's habitant. And for the Heaven's wide circuit, let it speak The Maker's high magnificence, who built So spacious, and his line stretch'd out so far, That man may know he dwells not in his own; An edifice too large for him to fill, Lodg'd in a small partition, and the rest Ordain'd for uses to his Lord best known. The swiftness of those circles attribute, Though numberless, to his omnipotence, That to corporeal substances could add
Speed almost spiritual: me thou think'st not slow, Who, since the morning hour, set out from Heaven Where God resides, and ere mid-day arrived In Eden; distance inexpressible, By numbers that have name. But this I urge, Admitting motion in the Heavens, to show Invalid that, which thee to doubt it moved; Not that I so affirm, though so it seem To thee, who hast thy dwelling here on earth. God, to remove his ways from human sense, Placed Heaven from Earth so far, that earthly sight, If it presume, might err in things too high, And no advantage gain. What if the sun Be centre to the world, and other stars, By his attractive virtue and their own Incited, dance about him various rounds? Their wandering course now high, now low, then hid, Progressive, retrograde, or standing still, In six thou seest; and what if seventh to these The planet earth, so steadfast though she seem, Insensibly three different motions move? Which else to several spheres thou must ascribe,
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