Page:Paradise lost by Milton, John.djvu/139

Rh Now falling with soft, slumberous weight, inclines Our eyelids. Other creatures all day long Rove idle, unemployed, and less need rest; Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed, which declares his dignity, And the regard of Heaven on all his ways; While other animals unactive range, And of their doings God takes no account.— Tomorrow, ere fresh morning streak the east With first approach of light, we must be risen, And at our pleasant labor to reform, Yon flowery arbors, yonder alleys green, Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown. That mock our scant manuring, and require More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth. Those blossoms also, and those dropping guns, That lie bestrown, unsightly and unsmooth, Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease; Meanwhile as Nature wills, night bids us rest."
 * To whom thus Eve with perfect beauty adorned:

"My author and disposer, what thou biddest Unargued I obey; so God ordains: God is thy law, thou mine; to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,