Adam, ill to dress [ 205 ]
till to tend Plant, herb and Flour,
Our pleasant task enjoynd, but till more hands
Aid us, the work under our labour grows,
Luxurious by restraint; w we by day
Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, [ 210 ]
One nigon growth derides
tending to herefore now advise
Or to my minde first ts present,
Let us divide our labours, thou where choice
Leads t needs, wo wind [ 215 ]
t
to climb, while I
In yonder Spring of Roses intermixt
itle, find o redress till Noon:
For whus all day [ 220 ]
Our taske we c wonder if so near
Looks intervene and smiles, or object new
Casual discourse dras
Our dayes tle, though begun
Early, and th hour of Supper comes unearnd. [ 225 ]
to wurnd.
Sole Eve, Associate sole, to me beyond
Compare above all living Creatures deare,
ell tiond, s imployd
best fulfill the work which here [ 230 ]
God pass
Unpraisd: for nothing lovelier can be found
In oman, to studie houshold good,
And good e.
Yet not so strictly h our Lord imposd [ 235 ]
Labour, as to debarr us when we need
Refres, ween,
Food of t intercourse
Of looks and smiles, for smiles from Reason flow,
to brute denid, and are of Love the food, [ 240 ]
Love not t end of human life.
For not to irksom toile, but to delight
to Reason joynd.