Thursday, March 25, 2010

Adam on the loss of Paradise

 Adam on finding himself banished from the Garden in consoling himself before gaining true repentance and submission to God's will. 

Of this new glorious World, and me so late
The glory of that glory? who now, become
Accursed of blessed, hide me from the face
Of God, whom to behold was then my highth
Of happiness ! Yet well, if here would end
The misery; I deserved it, and would bear
My own deservings; but this will not serve:
All that I eat or drink, or shall beget,
Is propagated curse. O voice, once heard
Delightfully, 'Increase and multiply'; 730

Now death to hear! for what can I increase
Or multiply, but curses on my head?

Who, of all ages to succeed, but, feeling
The evil on him brought by me, will curse
My head ? ' ill fare our Ancestor impure !
For this we may thank Adam !' but his thanks
Shall be the execration; so, besides
Mine own that bide upon me, all from me
Shall with a fierce reflux on me redound,
On me, as on their natural centre, light 740

Heavy, though in their place. O fleeting joys
Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!
Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay
To mould me Man?
did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me, or here place
In this delicious garden? As my will
Concurred not to my being, it were but right
And equal to reduce me to my dust,

Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold •
The good I sought not. To the loss of that,
Sufficient penalty, why hast thou added
The sense of endless woes
? inexplicable
Thy justice seems. Yet, to say truth, too late
I thus contest; then should have been refused
Those terms whatever, when they were proposed.
Thou didst accept them: wilt thou enjoy the good,
Then cavil the conditions?
And though God
Made thee without thy leave, what if thy son 760
Prove disobedient, and, reproved, retort,
' Wherefore didst thou beget me ? I sought it not!'

Wouldst thou admit for his contempt of thee
That proud excuse?
yet him not thy election,
But natural necessity, begot.

God made thee of choice his own, and of his own '
To serve him; thy reward was of his grace;

Thy punishment then justly is at his will.
Be it so, for I submit; his doom is fair,
'That dust I am, and shall to dust return. 770

John Milton Paradise Lost Book X

Function: verb
Date: 1542
intransitive verb  : to raise trivial objections to