"Retaining still divine similitude "In part, from such deformities be free, "Their Maker's image," answered Michael, "then 66 520 "While they pervert pure Nature's healthful rules "To loathsome sickness; worthily, since they "God's image did not reverence in themselves." "I yield it just," said Adam, "and submit. "But is there yet no other way, besides "These painful passages, how we may come "To death, and mix with our connatural dust?" "There is," said Michael, "if thou well observe "The rule of 'Not too much;' by temperance taught, "In what thou eat'st and drink'st; seeking from thence "Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight, "Till many years over thy head return: "So mayst thou live, till, like ripe fruit, thou drop "Into thy mother's lap; or be with ease 66 Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death mature. "This is old age; but then, thou must outlive 530 540 "Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change "To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume "Which I must keep till my appointed day "Of rendering up, and patiently attend "Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest "Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven: "And now prepare thee for another sight." 550 He looked, and saw a spacious plain, whereon Were tents of various hue: by some, were herds Of cattle grazing; others, whence the sound Of instruments, that made melodious chime, Was heard, of harp and organ; and who moved Their stops and chords was seen; his volant touch Instinct through all proportions, low and high, Fled, and pursued transverse the resonant fugue. In other part stood one who, at the forge Labouring, two massy clods of iron and brass Had melted, (whether found where casual fire Had wasted woods on mountain, or in vale, Down to the veins of earth; thence gliding hot To some cave's mouth; or whether washed by stream From under ground ;) the liquid ore he drained Into fit moulds prepared; from which he formed First his own tools; then, what might else be wrought Fusil, or graven in metal. After these, But on the hither side, a different sort 560 570 From the high neighbouring hills, which was their seat, Just men they seemed, and all their study bent Not hid; nor those things last, which might preserve In gems and wanton dress; to the harp they sung eyes 580 And now of love they treat, till the evening star, They light the nuptial torch, and bid invoke Of love and youth not lost, songs, garlands, flowers, To whom thus Michael: "Judge not what is best 500 "Those tents thou saw'st so pleasant, were the tents "For that fair female troop thou saw'st, that seemed 600 610 "To dress, and troll the tongue, and roll the eye"To these that sober race of men, whose lives 620 Religious titled them the sons of God, “Shall yield up all their virtue, all their fame, 66 Ignobly-to the trains and to the smiles |