“ Satan! I know thy strength, and thou know'st “ mine; “ Neither our own, but given : what folly then “ Than Heaven permits; nor mine, though doubled now 1010 “ To trample thee as mire: for proof look up, “ And read thy lot in yon celestial sign, “weak, His mounted scale aloft : nor more ; but fled THE ARGUMENT. MORNING approached, Eve relates to Adam her troublesome dream; he likes it not, yet comforts her : they come forth to their day-labours : their morning hymn at the door of their bower. God, to render man inexcusable, sends Raphael to admonish him of his obedience, of his free estate, of his enemy near at hand, who he is, and why his enemy, and whatever else may avail Adam to know. Raphael comes down to Paradise ; his appearance described; his coming discerned by Adam afar off, sitting at the door of his bower; he goes out to meet him, brings him to his lodge, entertains him with the choicest fruits of Paradise got together by Eve; their discourse at table: Raphael performs his message, minds Adam of his state and of his enemy; relates, at Adam's request, who that enemy is, and how he came to be so, beginning from the first revolt in heaven, and the occasion thereof; how he drew his legions after him to the parts of the north, and there incited them to rebel with him, persuading all but only Abdiel a seraph, who in argument dissuades and opposes him, then forsakes him. PARADISE LOST. BOOK V. Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred, 5 And temperate vapours bland, which the only sound Of leaves and fuming rills, Aurora's fan, His wonder was to find unwaken'd Eve, As through unquiet rest: he, on his side Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Mild as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes, “ Heaven's last best gift, my ever-new delight! 20 “Awake: the morning shines, and the fresh field “ Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring “Our tender plants,-how blows the citron grove, 30 "6 “What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, “How nature paints her colours,—how the bee 25 “Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet." Such whisp'ring wak'd her, but with startled eye “O sole! in whom my thoughts find all repose, (If dream'd,) not, as I oft am wont, of thee, my mind “ Close at mine ear one call'd me forth to walk Why sleep'st thou, Eve? now is the pleasant time, “ The cool, the silent, save where silence yields 40 “ To the night-warbling bird, that now awake “ Tunes sweetest his love-labour'd song: now reigns eyes; 45 “ Whom to behold but thee, nature's desire ? “In whose sight all things joy, with ravishment, my “ That brought me on a sudden to the tree By us oft seen: his dewy locks distillid Deigns none to ease thy load, and taste thy sweet? 60 “Nor God, nor man? Is knowledge so despis'd ? walk; 55 |