Spaces incomprehensible (for such Their distance argues and their swift return Diurnal), merely to officiate light
Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot, One day and night, in all their vast survey Useless besides; reasoning I oft admire, How nature, wise and frugal, could commit Such disproportions, with superfluous hand, So many nobler bodies to create, Greater so manifold, to this one use, For ought appears, and on their orbs impose Such restless revolution, day by day Repeated, while the sedentary earth, That better might with far less compass move, Serv'd by more noble than herself, attains Her end without least motion, and receives, As tribute, such a sumless journey brought Of incorporeal speed, her warmth and light: Speed, to describe whose swiftness number fails." So spake our sire, and by his count'nance seem'd Ent'ring on studious thoughts abstruse, which Eve 40 Perceiving, where she sat retir'd in sight, With lowliness majestic from her seat,
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay, Rose and went forth among her fruits and flowers, To visit how they prosper'd, bud and bloom, Her nursery: they at her coming sprung, And, touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew, Yet went she not, as not with such discourse Delighted, or not capable her ear
Of what was high: such pleasure she reserv'd, Adam relating, she sole auditress; Her husband the relator she preferr❜d Before the Angel, and of him to ask Choose rather; he, she knew, would intermix Grateful degressions, and solve high dispute
With conjugal carresses; from his lip
Not words alone pleas'd her. O when meet now Such pairs in love and mutual honour join'd? With goddess-like demeanour forth she went, Not unattended, for on her as queen A pomp of winzing graces waited still, And from about her shot darts of desire Into all eyes to wish her still in sight. And Raphael now, to Adam's doubt propos'd, Benevolent and facile, thus reply'd:
"To ask or search I blame thee not, for Heaven Is as the book of God before thee set;
Wherein to read his wond'rous works, and learn His seasons, hours, or days, or months, or years; This to attain whether Heaven move or Earth, Imports not, or if thou reckon right; the rest From Man or Angel the great Architect Did wisely to conceal, and not devulge His secrets to be scann'd by them who ought Rather admire; or if they list to try Conjecture, he his fabric of the Heavens Hath left to their disputes, perhaps to move His laughter, at their quaint opinions wide Hereafter, when they come to model Heaven And calculate the stars, how they will wield The mighty frame, how build, unbuild, contrive To save appearances, how gird the sphere With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb:
Already by thy reasoning this I guess,
Who art to lead thy offspring, and supposest That bodies bright and greater should not serve
The less not bright, nor Heaven such journies run, Earth sitting still, when she alone receives The benefit. Consider first, that great Or bright infers not excellence: the earth Though, in comparison of Heaven, so small,
Nor glist'ring, may of solid good contain More plenty than the sun that barren shines, Whose virtue on itself works no effect, But in the fruitful earth; there first receiv'd, His beams, unactive else, their vigour find. Yet not to earth are those bright luminaries Officious, but to thee, earth's habitant, And for the Heaven's wide circuit, let it speak The Maker's high magnificence, who built So spacious, and his line stretch'd out so far: That man may know he dwells not in his own; An edifice too large for him to fill,
Lodg'd in a small partition, and the rest Ordain'd for uses to his Lord best known. The swiftness of those circles attribute, Though numberless, to his omnipotence, That to corporeal substances could add
Speed almost spiritual: me thou think'st not slow Who since the morning hour set out from Heaven Where God resides, and ere mid-day arrived
In Eden, distance inexpressible By numbers that have name. But this I urge, Admitting motion in the Heavens, to show Invalid that which thee to doubt it mov'd; Not that I so affirm, though so it seem To thee who hast thy dwelling here on earth. God to remove his ways from human sense, Plac'd Heaven from Earth so far, that earthly sight, If it presume, might err in things too high, And no advantage gain. What if the sun Be centre to the world, and other stars, By his attractive virtue and their own Incited, dance about him various rounds?
Their wand'ring course now high, now low, then hid, Progressive, retrogade, or standing still,
In six thou seest, and what if sev'nth to these
The planet earth, so steadfast though she seem, Insensibly three different motions move? Which else to several spheres thou must ascribe, Mov'd contrary with thwart obliquities, Or save the sun his labour, and that swift Nocturnal and diurnal rhomb suppos'd, Invisible else above all stars, the wheel Of day and night; which needs not thy belief, If earth, industrious of herself, fetch day Travelling east, and with her part averse From the sun's beam meet night, her other part Still luminous by his ray. What if that light, Sent from her through the wide conspicuous air, To the terrestrial moon be as a star Enlight'ning her by day, as she by night This earth? reciprocal, if land be there, Fields and inhabitants. Her spots thou seest As clouds, and clouds may rain, and rain produce Fruits in her soften'd soil, for some to eat Allotted there, and other suns perhaps With their attendant moons thou wilt descry Communicating male and female light, Which two great sexes animate the world, Stor❜d in each orb perhaps with some that live, For such vast room in nature unpossess'd By living soul, desart and desolate, Only to shine, yet scarce to contribute Each orb a glimpse of light convey'd so far Down to this habitable, which returns Light back to them, is obvious to dispute. But whether thus these things, or whether not. Whether the sun predominant in Heaven Rise on the earth, or earth rise on the sun, He from the cast his flaming road begin, Or she from west her silent course advance, With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps
On her soft axle, while she paces even, And bears thee soft with the smooth air along, Solicit not thy thoughts with matters hid, Leave them to God above, him serve and fear; Of other creatures, as him pleases best, Wherever plac'd, let him dispose: joy thou In what he gives to thee, this Paradise And thy fair Eve; Heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there: be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being; Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Live, in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been reveal'd Not of Earth only, but of highest Heaven." To whom thus Adam, clear'd of doubt, replied: "How fully hast thou satisfied me, pure Intelligence of Heaven, Angel serene, And freed from intricacies, taught to live The easiest way, nor with perplexing thoughts To interrupt the sweet of life, from which God hath bid dwell far off all anxious cares, And not molest us, unless we ourselves
Seek them with wand'ring thoughts, and notions vain. But apt the mind or fancy is to, rove
Uncheck'd, and of her roving is no end,
Till warn'd, or by experience taught, she learn That not to know at large of things remote From use, obscure, and subtle, but to know That which before us lies in daily life, Is the prime wisdom: what is more is fume, Or emptiness, or fond impertinence, And renders us in things that most concern Unpractis'd, unprepar'd, and still to seek. Therefore from this high pitch let us descend A lower flight, and speak of things at hand Useful, whence haply mention may arise
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