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“So saying, her rash hand in evil hour [ 780 ]
Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck’d, she eat:
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe,
That all was lost. Back to the Thicket slunk
The guiltie Serpent, and well might, for Eve [ 785 ]
Intent now wholly on her taste, naught else
Regarded, such delight till then, as seemd,
In Fruit she never tasted, whether true
Or fansied so, through expectation high
Of knowledg, nor was God-head from her thought. [ 790 ]
Greedily she ingorg’d without restraint,
And knew not eating Death: Satiate at length,
And hight’nd as with Wine, jocond and boon,
Thus to her self she pleasingly began.” – Paradise Lost (XIV. 780 – 794).
“Such fruit is sweet scrumpciously divine,
No better you’ll ever taste, dripping,
From your most beautiful lips lick,
Every last taste, let not on your face lie.
Taste, devour, Lotus flower’s guided,
To the mouths of pagan gods, and rip —
All flesh from this heavenly fruit sip.
For such knowledge it gives, opening eyes,
Now you’ll see;” the serpent slithered past,
Back to the thicket slunk, lies and tricks —
Enough to make dear, Eve, believe lies,
A talking snake had ate the fruit, so she —
Ate, since the snake conversed; not seeing the facts,
Black Serpent granted humanity dark death.
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