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    Chapter 8

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    The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
    So charming left his voice, that he a while
    Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear;
    Then, as new waked, thus gratefully replied.
    What thanks sufficient, or what recompence
    Equal, have I to render thee, divine
    Historian, who thus largely hast allayed
    The thirst I had of knowledge, and 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 and Earth consisting; and compute
    Their magnitudes; this Earth, a spot, a grain,
    An atom, with the firmament compared
    And all her numbered 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 her 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 aught 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 seemed
    Entering on studious thoughts abstruse; which Eve
    Perceiving, where she sat retired in sight,
    With lowliness majestick 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 prospered, bud and bloom,
    Her nursery; they at her coming sprung,
    And, touched 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 relater she preferred

    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 pleased her. O! when meet now
    Such pairs, in love and mutual honour joined?
    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,
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