Paradise Lost

by John Milton

  Nor thou his malice and false guile contemn;

  Subtle he needs must be, who could seduce

  Angels, nor think superfluous others’ aid.

  I from the influence of thy looks receive

  Access310 in every virtue, in thy sight

  More wise, more watchful, stronger, if need were

  Of outward strength; while shame, thou looking on,

  Shame to be overcome or overreached

  Would utmost vigor raise, and raised unite314.

  Why shouldst not thou like sense within thee feel

  When I am present, and thy trial choose

  With me, best witness of thy virtue tried.”

  So spake domestic Adam in his care

  And matrimonial love; but Eve, who thought

  Less320 attributed to her faith sincere,

  Thus her reply with accent sweet renewed.

  “If this be our condition, thus to dwell

  In narrow circuit straitened by a foe,

  Subtle or violent, we not endued

  Single with like defense, wherever met,

  How are we happy, still326 in fear of harm?

  But harm precedes not sin: only our Foe

  Tempting affronts us with his foul esteem

  Of our integrity: his foul esteem

  Sticks no dishonor on our front, but turns

  Foul on himself; then wherefore shunned or feared

  By us? Who rather double honor gain

  From his surmise proved false, find peace within,

  Favor from Heav’n, our witness from th’ event.

  And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed335

  Alone, without exterior help sustained?

  Let us not then suspect our happy state

  Left so imperfect by the Maker wise,

  As not secure to single or combined.

  Frail is our happiness, if this be so,

  And Eden were no Eden341 thus exposed.”

  To whom thus Adam fervently replied.

  “O woman, best are all things as the will

  Of God ordained them, his creating hand

  Nothing imperfect or deficient left

  Of all that he created, much less man,

  Or aught that might his happy state secure,

  Secure from outward force; within himself

  The danger lies, yet lies within his power:

  Against his will he can receive no harm.

  But God left free the will, for what obeys

  Reason, is free, and reason he made right,

  But bid her well beware, and still353 erect,

  Least by some fair appearing good surprised

  She dictate false, and misinform the will

  To do what God expressly hath forbid.

  Not then mistrust, but tender love enjoins,

  That I should mind thee oft, and mind thou me.

  Firm we subsist, yet possible to swerve,

  Since reason not impossibly may meet

  Some specious object by the foe suborned,

  And fall into deception unaware,

  Not keeping strictest watch, as she363 was warned.

  Seek not temptation then, which to avoid

  Were better, and most likely if from me

  Thou sever not: trial will come unsought.

  Wouldst thou approve367 thy constancy, approve

  First thy obedience; th’ other who can know,

  Not seeing thee attempted, who attest?

  But if thou think, trial unsought may find

  Us both securer371 than thus warned thou seem’st,

  Go; for thy stay372, not free, absents thee more;

  Go in thy native innocence, rely

  On what thou hast of virtue, summon all,

  For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine.”

  So spake the patriarch of mankind, but Eve

  Persisted, yet submiss, though last, replied.

  “With thy permission then, and thus forewarned

  Chiefly by what thy own last reasoning words

  Touched only, that our trial, when least sought,

  May find us both perhaps far less prepared,

  The willinger I go, nor much expect

  A foe so proud will first the weaker seek;

  So bent, the more shall shame him his repulse.”

  Thus saying, from her husband’s hand her hand

  Soft she withdrew, and like a wood-nymph light386

  Oread387 or Dryad, or of Delia’s train,

  Betook her to the groves, but Delia’s self

  In gait surpassed and goddesslike deport,

  Though not as she with bow and quiver armed,

  But with such gard’ning tools as art yet rude,

  Guiltless of fire had formed, or angels brought.

  To Pales393, or Pomona thus adorned,

  Likeliest she seemed, Pomona when she fled

  Vertumnus395, or to Ceres in her prime,

  Yet virgin of Proserpina396 from Jove.

  Her long with ardent look his eye pursued

  Delighted, but desiring more her stay.

  Oft he to her his charge of quick return

  Repeated, she to him as oft engaged

  To be returned by noon amid the bow’r,

  And all things in best order to invite

  Noontide repast, or afternoon’s repose.

  O much deceived404, much failing, hapless Eve,

  Of thy presumed return! Event perverse405!

  Thou never from that hour in Paradise

  Found’st either sweet repast, or sound repose;

  Such ambush hid among sweet flow’rs and shades

  Waited with hellish rancor imminent

  To intercept thy way, or send thee back

  Despoiled of innocence, of faith, of bliss.

  For now, and since first break of dawn the fiend,

  Mere413 serpent in appearance, forth was come,

  And on his quest, where likeliest he might find

  The only two of mankind, but in them

  The whole included race, his purposed prey.

  In bow’r and field he sought, where any tuft

  Of grove or garden-plot more pleasant lay,

  Their tendance or plantation for delight,

  By fountain or by shady rivulet

  He sought them both, but wished his hap might find

  Eve separate; he wished, but not with hope

  Of what so seldom chanced, when to his wish,

  Beyond his hope, Eve separate he spies,

  Veiled in a cloud of fragrance, where she stood,

  Half spied, so thick the roses bushing round

  About her glowed, oft stooping to support

  Each flow’r of slender stalk, whose head though gay

  Carnation, purple, azure, or specked with gold,

  Hung drooping unsustained; them she upstays

  Gently with myrtle band, mindless431 the while,

  Herself, though fairest unsupported flow’r,432

  From her best prop so far, and storm so nigh.

  Nearer he drew, and many a walk traversed

  Of stateliest covert, cedar, pine, or palm,

  Then voluble436 and bold, now hid, now seen

  Among thick-woven arborets and flow’rs

  Imbordered438 on each bank, the hand of Eve:

  Spot more439 delicious than those gardens feigned

  Or of revived Adonis, or renowned

  Alcinous, host of old Laertes’ son,

  Or that, not mystic, where the sapient king

  Held dalliance with his fair Egyptian spouse.

  Much he the place admired, the person more.

  As one who long in populous city pent,

  Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air446,

  Forth issuing on a summer’s morn to breathe

  Among the pleasant villages and farms

  Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight,

  The smell of grain, or tedded450
grass, or kine,

  Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound;

  If chance with nymphlike step fair virgin pass,

  What pleasing seemed, for453 her now pleases more,

  She most, and in her look sums all delight.

  Such pleasure took the serpent to behold

  This flow’ry plat456, the sweet recess of Eve

  Thus early, thus alone; her Heav’nly form

  Angelic, but more soft458, and feminine,

  Her graceful innocence, her every air

  Of gesture or least action overawed

  His malice, and with rapine sweet bereaved

  His fierceness of the fierce intent it brought:

  That space463 the evil one abstracted stood

  From his own evil, and for the time remained

  Stupidly good, of enmity disarmed,

  Of guile, of hate, of envy, of revenge;

  But the467 hot Hell that always in him burns,

  Though in mid-Heav’n, soon ended his delight,

  And tortures him now more, the more he sees

  Of pleasure not for him ordained: then soon

  Fierce hate he recollects, and all his thoughts

  Of mischief, gratulating472, thus excites.

  “Thoughts, whither have ye led me, with what sweet

  Compulsion thus transported to forget

  What hither brought us, hate, not love, nor hope

  Of Paradise for Hell, hope here to taste

  Of pleasure, but all pleasure to destroy,

  Save what is in destroying; other joy

  To me is lost. Then let me not let pass

  Occasion480 which now smiles; behold alone

  The woman, opportune to all attempts,

  Her husband, for I view far round, not nigh,

  Whose higher intellectual more I shun,

  And strength, of courage haughty, and of limb

  Heroic built, though of terrestrial mold485,

  Foe not informidable, exempt from wound,

  I not; so much hath Hell debased, and pain

  Enfeebled me, to what I was in Heav’n.

  She fair, divinely fair, fit love for gods,

  Not terrible,490 though terror be in love

  And beauty, not approached by stronger hate,

  Hate stronger, under show of love well feigned,

  The way which to her ruin now I tend.”

  So spake the enemy of mankind, enclosed

  In serpent, inmate bad, and toward Eve

  Addressed his way, not with indented496 wave,

  Prone on the ground, as since, but on his rear,

  Circular base of rising folds, that tow’red

  Fold above fold a surging maze, his head

  Crested aloft, and carbuncle500 his eyes;

  With burnished neck of verdant gold, erect

  Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass

  Floated redundant: pleasing was his shape,

  And lovely, never since of serpent kind

  Lovelier, not those that in Illyria changed505

  Hermione and Cadmus, or the god

  In Epidaurus; nor to which transformed

  Ammonian Jove, or Capitoline was seen,

  He with Olympias, this with her who bore

  Scipio the510 highth of Rome. With tract oblique

  At first, as one who sought access, but feared

  To interrupt, sidelong he works his way.

  As when a ship by skillful steersman wrought

  Nigh river’s mouth or foreland, where the wind

  Veers oft, as oft so steers, and shifts her sail;

  So varied he, and of his tortuous train

  Curled many a wanton wreath in sight of Eve,

  To lure her eye; she busied heard the sound

  Of rustling leaves, but minded not, as used

  To such disport before her through the field,

  From every beast, more duteous at her call,

  Than at522 Circean call the herd disguised.

  He bolder now, uncalled before her stood;

  But as in gaze admiring: oft he bowed

  His turret525 crest, and sleek enamelled neck,

  Fawning, and526 licked the ground whereon she trod.

  His gentle dumb expression turned at length

  The eye of Eve to mark his play; he glad

  Of her attention gained, with529 serpent tongue

  Organic, or impulse of vocal air,

  His fraudulent temptation thus began.

  “He bolder now, uncalled before her stood” (9.523). (illustration credit 9.1)

  “Wonder not532, sovereign mistress, if perhaps

  Thou canst, who art sole wonder, much less arm

  Thy looks, the heav’n of mildness, with disdain,

  Displeased that I approach thee thus, and gaze

  Insatiate, I thus single, nor have feared

  Thy awful brow, more awful thus retired.

  Fairest resemblance of thy Maker fair,

  Thee all things living gaze on, all things thine

  By gift, and thy celestial beauty adore

  With ravishment beheld, there best beheld

  Where universally admired; but here

  In this enclosure wild, these beasts among,

  Beholders rude, and shallow to discern544

  Half what in thee is fair, one man except,

  Who sees thee? (and what is one?) who shouldst be seen

  A goddess among gods, adored and served

  By angels numberless, thy daily train.”

  So glozed549 the Tempter, and his proem tuned;

  Into the heart of Eve his words made way,

  Though at the voice much marveling; at length

  Not unamazed she thus in answer spake.

  “What may this mean? Language of man pronounced

  By tongue of brute, and human sense expressed?

  The first at least of these I thought denied

  To beasts, whom God on their creation-day

  Created mute to all articulate sound;

  The latter I demur558, for in their looks

  Much reason, and in their actions oft appears.

  Thee, serpent, subtlest beast of all the field

  I knew, but not with human voice endued;

  Redouble then this miracle, and say,

  How cam’st thou speakable563 of mute, and how

  To me so friendly grown above the rest

  565 Of brutal kind, that daily are in sight?

  Say, for such wonder claims attention due.”

  To whom the guileful Tempter thus replied.

  “Empress of this fair world, resplendent Eve,

  Easy to me it is to tell thee all

  What thou command’st, and right thou shouldst be obeyed:

  I was at571 first as other beasts that graze

  The trodden herb, of abject thoughts and low,

  As was my food, nor aught but food discerned

  Or sex, and apprehended nothing high:

  Till on a day roving the field, I chanced

  A goodly tree far distant to behold

  Loaden with fruit of fairest colors mixed,

  Ruddy and gold: I nearer drew to gaze;

  When from the boughs a savory odor blown,

  Grateful to appetite, more pleased my sense

  Than smell of sweetest fennel581 or the teats

  Of ewe or goat dropping with milk at ev’n,

  Unsucked of lamb or kid, that tend their play.

  To satisfy the sharp desire I had

  Of tasting those fair apples585, I resolved

  Not to defer586; hunger and thirst at once,

  Powerful persuaders, quickened at the scent

  Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.

  About the mossy trunk I wound me soon,

  For high from ground the branches would require

  Thy utmost reach or Adam’s: round the Tree

  All other beasts that saw, with like desire


  Longing and envying stood, but could not reach.

  Amid the Tree now got, where plenty hung

  595 Tempting so nigh, to pluck and eat my fill

  I spared not,596 for such pleasure till that hour

  At feed or fountain never had I found.

  Sated at length,598 ere long I might perceive

  Strange alteration in me, to degree

  Of reason in my inward powers, and speech

  Wanted not long, though to this shape retained.

  Thenceforth to speculations high or deep

  I turned my thoughts, and with capacious mind

  Considered all things visible in heav’n,

  Or Earth, or middle605, all things fair and good;

  But606 all that fair and good in thy divine

  Semblance, and in thy beauty’s heav’nly ray

  United I beheld; no fair to thine

  Equivalent or second, which compelled

  Me thus, though importune perhaps, to come

  And gaze, and worship thee of right declared

  Sov’reign of creatures, universal dame.”

  So talked the spirited sly snake613; and Eve

  Yet more amazed unwary thus replied.

  “Serpent, thy overpraising leaves in doubt

  The virtue616 of that fruit, in thee first proved:

  But say, where grows the tree, from hence how far?

  For many are the trees of God that grow

  In Paradise, and various, yet unknown

  To us, in such abundance lies our choice,

  As leaves a greater store of fruit untouched,

  Still hanging incorruptible, till men

  Grow up to their provision623, and more hands

  Help to disburden nature of her birth.”

  To whom the wily adder, blithe and glad.

  “Empress, the way is ready, and not long,

  Beyond a row of myrtles, on a flat,

  Fast by a fountain, one small thicket past

  Of blowing629 myrrh and balm; if thou accept

  My conduct, I can bring thee thither soon.”

  “Lead then,” said Eve. He leading swiftly rolled

  In tangles, and made intricate seem straight,

  To mischief swift. Hope elevates, and joy

  Brightens his crest, as when a wand’ring fire634,

  Compact of635 unctuous vapor, which the night

  Condenses, and the cold environs round,

  Kindled through agitation to a flame,

  Which oft, they say, some evil spirit attends

  Hovering and blazing with delusive light,

  Misleads th’ amazed640 night-wanderer from his way

  To bogs and mires, and oft through pond or pool641,

  There swallowed up and lost, from succor far.

  So glistered the dire snake, and into fraud

  Led Eve644 our credulous mother, to the Tree

  Of prohibition, root of all our woe;

  Which when she saw, thus to her guide she spake.