Adam, ill to dress [ 205 ]

    till to tend Plant, herb and Flour,

    Our pleasant task enjoynd, but till more hands

    Aid us, the work under our labour grows,

    Luxurious by restraint; w we by day

    Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, [ 210 ]

    One nigon growth derides

    tending to herefore now advise

    Or  to my minde first ts present,

    Let us divide our labours, thou where choice

    Leads t needs, wo wind [ 215 ]

    t

    to climb, while I

    In yonder Spring of Roses intermixt

    itle, find o redress till Noon:

    For whus all day [ 220 ]

    Our taske we c wonder if so near

    Looks intervene and smiles, or object new

    Casual discourse dras

    Our dayes tle, though begun

    Early, and th hour of Supper comes unearnd. [ 225 ]

    to wurnd.

    Sole Eve, Associate sole, to me beyond

    Compare above all living Creatures deare,

    ell  tiond, s imployd

    best fulfill the work which here [ 230 ]

    God  pass

    Unpraisd: for nothing lovelier can be found

    In oman, to studie houshold good,

    And good e.

    Yet not so strictly h our Lord imposd [ 235 ]

    Labour, as to debarr us when we need

    Refres, ween,

    Food of t intercourse

    Of looks and smiles, for smiles from Reason flow,

    to brute denid, and are of Love the food, [ 240 ]

    Love not t end of human life.

    For not to irksom toile, but to delight

    to Reason joynd.