imparadis't in one anothers arms
the happier eden, shall enjoy their fill
of bliss on bliss, while i to hell am thrust,
where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire,
among our other torments not the least,
still unfulfill'd with pain of longing pines;
yet let me not forget what i have gain'd
from their own mouths; all is not theirs it seems:
one fatal tree there stands of knowledge call'd,
forbidden them to taste: knowledge forbidd'n?
suspicious, reasonless. why should their lord
envie them that? can it be sin to know,