Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, 4 to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.
Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.
The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.