Thou, where choice
Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind
The woodbine round this arbour, or direct
The clasping ivy where to climb; while I
In yonder spring of roses intermixed
With myrtle, find what to redress till noon:

from John Milton – Paradise Lost, Book 8 on Rap Genius


Poor Eve! Always so worried about making plants stand upright, while she and Adam are about to fall, hard

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