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        S Love fods,

        Not terrible, terrour be in Love [ 490 ]

        Aie, not apprer e,

        e stronger, under shew of Love well feignd,

        to end.

        So spake the Enemie of Mankind, enclosd

        In Serpent, Inmate bad, and toward Eve [ 495 ]

        Addressd    ed wave,

        Prone on t on his reare,

        Circular base of rising foulds, t tourd

        Fould above fould a surging Maze, his head

        Crested aloft, and Carbuncle his Eyes; [ 500 ]

        it Neck of verdant Gold, erect

        Amidst    on the grass

        Floted redundant: pleasing was his shape,

        And lovely, never since of Serpent kind

        Lovelier, not t in Illyria gd [ 505 ]

        he God

        In Epidaurus; nor to wransformd

        Ammonian Jove, or Capitoline was seen,

        h her who bore

        Scipio tract oblique [ 510 ]

        At first, as one    feard

        to interrupt, side-long he works his way.

        As

        Nighe ind

        Veres oft, as oft so steers, and ss her Saile; [ 515 ]

        So varied ortuous traine

        Curld many a on    of Eve,

        to lure he sound

        Of rusling Leaves, but minded not, as usd

        to suc before he Field, [ 520 ]

        From every Beast, more duteous at her call,

        t Cir call the herd disguisd.

        ood;

        But as in gaze admiring: Oft he bowd

        urret Crest, and sleek enameld Neck, [ 525 ]

        Farod.

        le dumb expression turnd at length

        to mark his play; he glad

        Of tention gaind,    tongue

        anipulse of vocal Air, [ 530 ]

        temptation thus began.
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