ed when sad Eve beheld,

    Desolate we, approaching nigh,

    Soft o his fierce passion she assayd: [ 865 ]

    But ern regard hus repelld.

    Out of my sig, t name best

    Befits thy self as false

    And eful; nots, but t thy shape,

    Like ine may shew [ 870 ]

    to ures from thee

    t too ended

    to  for thee

    I ed  thy pride

    And ie, w was safe, [ 875 ]

    Rejected my forewarning, and disdaind

    Not to be trusted, longing to be seen

    the Devil himself, him overweening

    to over-reac  meeting

    Foold and beguild, by hee, [ 880 ]

    to trust thee from my side, imagind wise,

    Constant, mature, proof against all assaults,

    And understood not all  a shew

    Ratu, all but a Rib

    Crooked by nature, bent, as now appears, [ 885 ]

    More to t sinister from me drawn,

    ell if t, as supernumerarie

    to my just number found. O why did God,

    Creator  peopld  heavn

    its Masculine, create at last [ 890 ]

    tie on Eart

    Of Nature, and not fill t once

    it Feminine,

    Or find some oto generate

    Mankind? t then befalln, [ 895 ]

    And more t shall befall, innumerable

    Disturbances on Earthrough Femal snares,

    And straigion her

    fit Mate, but such

    As some misfortune brings ake, [ 900 ]

    Or w shall seldom gain

    t shall see her gaind

    By a farr worse, or if shheld

    By Parents, or  coo