Whom thus the Angelic Vertue answerd milde.

Adam, I therefore came, nor art thou such

Created, or such place hast here to dwell,

As may not oft invite, though Spirits of Heavn

To visit thee; lead on then where thy Bowre [ 375 ]

Oreshades; for these mid-hours, till Eevning rise

I have at will. So to the Silvan Lodge

They came, that like Pomonas Arbour smild

With flourets deckt and fragrant smells; but Eve

Undeckt, save with her self more lovely fair [ 380 ]

Then Wood-Nymph, or the fairest Goddess feignd

Of three that in Mount Ida naked strove,

Stood to entertain her guest from Heavn; no vaile

Shee needed, Vertue-proof, no thought infirme

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