John Milton – Paradise Lost (5.298-450)

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Him through the spicie Forrest onward com
Adam discernd, as in the dore he sat
Of his coole Bowre
, while now the mounted Sun
Shot down direct his fervid Raies, to warme
Earths inmost womb, more warmth then Adam needs;
And Eve within, due at her hour prepar'd
For dinner savourie fruits
, of taste to please
True appetite
, and not disrelish thirst
Of nectarous draughts between, from milkie stream
Berrie or Grape: to whom thus Adam call'd:
Haste hither Eve, and worth thy sight behold
Eastward among those Trees, what glorious shape
Comes this way moving; seems another Morn

Ris'n on mid-noon; Som great behest from Heav'n
To us perhaps he brings, and will voutsafe
This day to be our Guest. But goe with speed
And what thy stores contain, bring forth and poure
Abundance, fit to honour and receive
Our Heav'nly stranger; well we may afford
Our givers thir own gifts
, and large bestow
From large bestowd, where Nature multiplies
Her fertil growth, and by disburd'ning grows
More fruitful
, which instructs us not to spare
To whom thus Eve. Adam, earths hallowd mould
Of God inspir'd
, small store will serve, where store
All seasons, ripe for use hangs on the stalk
;
Save what by frugal storing firmness gains
To nourish
, and superfluous moist consumes:
But I will haste and from each bough and break
Each Plant and juiciest Gourd will pluck such choice
To entertain our Angel guest, as hee
Beholding shall confess that here on Earth
God hath dispenst his bounties as in Heav'n

So saying, with dispatchful looks in haste
She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent

What choice to chuse for delicacie best
What order, so contriv'd as not to mix
Tastes, not well joynd
, inelegant, but bring
Taste after taste upheld with kindliest change

Bestirs her then, and from each tender stalk
Whatever Earth all-bearing Mother yields
In India East or West, or middle shoare
In Pontus or the Punic Coast, or where
Alcinous reign'd
, fruit of all kindes, in coate
Rough, or smooth rin'd, or bearded husk, or shell
She gathers, Tribute large, and on the board
Heaps with unsparing hand;
for drink the Grape
She crushes, inoffensive moust
, and meathes
From many a berrie
, and from sweet kernels prest
She tempers dulcet creams, nor these to hold
Wants her fit vessels pure
, then strews the ground
With Rose and Odours from the shrub unfum'd
Mean while our Primitive great Sire, to meet
His god-like Guest, walks forth, without more train
Accompanied then with his own compleat
Perfections
; in himself was all his state
More solemn then the tedious pomp that waits
On Princes
, when thir rich Retinue long
Of Horses led, and Grooms besmeard with Gold
Dazles the croud, and sets them all agape
Neerer his presence Adam though not awd
Yet with submiss approach and reverence meek
As to a superior Nature, bowing low
Thus said. Native of Heav'n, for other place
None can then Heav'n such glorious shape contain
;
Since by descending from the Thrones above
Those happie places thou hast deignd a while
To want, and honour these, voutsafe with us
Two onely, who yet by sov'ran gift possess
This spacious ground, in yonder shadie Bowre
To rest, and what the Garden choicest bears
To sit and taste, till this meridian heat
Be over
, and the Sun more coole decline
Whom thus the Angelic Vertue answerd milde
Adam, I therefore came, nor art thou such
Created, or such place hast here to dwell
As may not oft invite, though Spirits of Heav'n
To visit thee; lead on then where thy Bowre
Oreshades; for these mid-hours, till Eevning rise
I have at will
. So to the Silvan Lodge
They came, that like Pomona's Arbour smil'd
With flourets deck't and fragrant smells; but Eve
Undeckt, save with her self more lovely fair
Then Wood-Nymph
, or the fairest Goddess feign'd
Of three that in Mount Ida naked strove

Stood to entertain her guest from Heav'n; no vaile
Shee needed, Vertue-proof, no thought infirme
Alterd her cheek
. On whom the Angel Haile
Bestowd, the holy salutation us'd
Long after to blest Marie
, second Eve
Haile Mother of Mankind, whose fruitful Womb
Shall fill the World more numerous with thy Sons
Then with these various fruits the Trees of God
Have heap'd this Table
. Rais'd of grassie terf
Thir Table was
, and mossie seats had round
And on her ample Square from side to side
All Autumn pil'd, though Spring and Autumn here
Danc'd hand in hand
. A while discourse they hold;
No fear lest Dinner coole; when thus began
Our Authour. Heav'nly stranger, please to taste
These bounties which our Nourisher, from whom
All perfet good unmeasur'd out, descends
To us for food and for delight hath caus'd
The Earth to yeild; unsavourie food perhaps
To spiritual Natures
; only this I know
That one Celestial Father gives to all
To whom the Angel. Therefore what he gives
(Whose praise be ever sung) to man in part
Spiritual, may of purest Spirits be found
No ingrateful food: and food alike those pure
Intelligential substances require
As doth your Rational
; and both contain
Within them every lower facultie
Of sense, whereby they hear, see, smell, touch, taste
Tasting concoct, digest, assimilate
And corporeal to incorporeal turn
For know, whatever was created, needs
To be sustaind and fed; of Elements
The grosser feeds the purer, Earth the Sea
Earth and the Sea feed Air, the Air those Fires
Ethereal
, and as lowest first the Moon;
Whence in her visage round those spots, unpurg'd
Vapours
not yet into her substance turnd
Nor doth the Moon no nourishment exhale
From her moist Continent to higher Orbes
The Sun that light imparts to all, receives
From all his alimental recompence
In humid exhalations, and at Even
Sups with the Ocean: though in Heav'n the Trees
Of life ambrosial frutage bear, and vines
Yield Nectar, though from off the boughs each Morn
We brush mellifluous Dewes
, and find the ground
Cover'd with pearly grain
: yet God hath here
Varied his bounty so with new delights
As may compare with Heaven; and to taste
Think not I shall be nice
. So down they sat
And to thir viands fell, nor seemingly
The Angel, nor in mist, the common gloss
Of Theologians, but with keen dispatch
Of real hunger
, and concoctive heate
To transubstantiate
; what redounds, transpires
Through Spirits with ease
; nor wonder; if by fire
Of sooty coal the Empiric Alchimist
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn
Metals of drossiest Ore to perfet Gold

As from the Mine. Mean while at Table Eve
Ministerd naked
, and thir flowing cups
With pleasant liquors crown'd: O innocence
Deserving Paradise! if ever, then
Then had the Sons of God excuse to have bin
Enamour'd at that sight; but in those hearts
Love unlibidinous reign'd, nor jealousie
Was understood, the injur'd Lovers Hell

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