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Chapter 23 twenty two

Paradise Lost Ⅹ 约翰·弥尔顿 1727Words 2018-03-22
But rise, let us no more contend, nor blame Each other, blame enough elsewhere, but strive In offices of Love, how we may lighten [ 960 ] Each others burden in our share of woe; Since this days Death denounct, if ought I see, Will prove no sudden, but a slow-pact evil, A long days dying to augment our pain, And to our Seed (O hapless Seed!) derivd. [ 965 ] To whom thus Eve, recovering heart, replied. Adam, by sad experiment I know How little weight my words with thee can finde, Found so erroneous, thence by just event Found so unfortunate; nevertheless, [ 970 ] Restord by thee, vile as I am, to place

Of new acceptance, hopeful to regain Thy Love, the sole contentment of my heart Living or dying, from thee I will not hide What thoughts in my unquiet brest are risn, [ 975 ] Tending to some relief of our extremes, Or end, though sharp and sad, yet tolerable, As in our evils, and of easier choice. If care of our descent perplex us most, Which must be born to certain woe, devourd [ 980 ] By Death at last, and miserable it is To be to others cause of misery, Our own begotten, and of our Loines to bring Into this cursed World a woful Race, That after wretched Life must be at last [ 985 ]

Food for so foule a Monster, in thy power It lies, yet ere Conception to prevent The Race unblest, to being yet unbegot. Childless thou art, Childless remain: So Death shall be deceavd his glut, and with us two [ 990 ] Be forcd to satisfy his Ravnous Maw. But if thou judge it hard and difficult, Conversing, looking, loving, to abstain From Loves due Rites, Nuptial imbraces sweet, And with desire to languish without hope, [ 995 ] Before the present object language With like desire, which would be miserie And torment less then none of what we dread, Then both our selves and Seed at once to free

From what we fear for both, let us make short, [ 1000 ] Let us seek Death, or he not found, supply With our own hands his Office on our selves; Why stand we longer shivering under fears, That shew no end but Death, and have the power, Of many ways to die the shortest choosing, [ 1005 ] Destruction with destruction to destroy.
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