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PARADISE LOST
BOOK EIGHT

. © 1999 . Joseph Lanzara . All rights reserved




John Milton's Paradise Lost
IN PLAIN ENGLISH

VIII-495. I now see / Bone of my Bone, Flesh of my Flesh, my Self / Before me; Woman is her Name, of Man / Extracted; for this cause he shall forgoe / Father and Mother, and to his Wife adhere; / And they shall be one Flesh, one Heart, one Soule.

VIII-495. "This is what a woman is. She was made out of me. Men will leave their parents and unite with women and the two of them will become like one person.

VIII-500. She heard me thus, and though divinely brought, / Yet Innocence and Virgin Modestie, / Her vertue and the conscience of her worth, / That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won, / Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retir'd,

VIII-500. She heard me and even though God led her to me, she had enough modesty that she turned and was about to run away. This woman wasn't about to be had so easily.

VIII-505. The more desirable, or to say all, / Nature her self, though pure of sinful thought, / Wrought in her so, that seeing me, she turn'd;

VIII-505. It just made her all the more desirable to me.

VIII-508. I follow'd her, she what was Honour knew, / And with obsequious Majestie approv'd / My pleaded reason.

VIII-508. I quickly went after her and spoke to her gently and I won her over.

VIII-510. To the Nuptial Bowre / I led her blushing like the Morn:

VIII-510. I led her to my shelter. She was blushing.

VIII-512. all Heav'n, / And happie Constellations on that houre / Shed thir selectest influence; the Earth / Gave sign of gratulation, and each Hill; / Joyous the Birds; fresh Gales and gentle Aires / Whisper'd it to the Woods, and from thir wings / Flung Rose, flung Odours from the spicie Shrub, / Disporting, till the amorous Bird of Night / Sung Spousal, and bid haste the Eevning Starr / On his Hill top, to light the bridal Lamp. / Thus I have told thee all my State, and brought / My Storie to the sum of earthly bliss / Which I enjoy,

VIII-512. What a night that was! Birds were singing and the breeze blew a sweet smell. The nightingale sang as the stars began to appear, and . . . well, that's my story.

VIII-523. and must confess to find / In all things else delight indeed, but such / As us'd or not, works in the mind no change, / Nor vehement desire, these delicacies / I mean of Taste, Sight, Smell, Herbs, Fruits and Flours, / Walks, and the melodie of Birds; but here / Farr otherwise,

VIII-523. But I must tell you, everything I enjoy here—of taste, sight, smell, the fruits, the flowers, birds—none of it creates in me any intense desire, but with her . . .

VIII-529. transported I behold, / Transported touch; here passion first I felt, / Commotion strange, in all enjoyments else / Superiour and unmov'd, here onely weake / Against the charm of Beauties powerful glance.

VIII-529. She makes me weak with desire and passion.

VIII-533. Or Nature faild in mee, and left some part / Not proof enough such Object to sustain, / Or from my side subducting, took perhaps / More then enough;

VIII-533. It's like nature left something missing in me, or maybe took too much out of my side.

VIII-537. at least on her bestow'd / Too much of Ornament, in outward shew / Elaborate, of inward less exact. / For well I understand in the prime end / Of Nature her th' inferiour, in the mind / And inward Faculties, which most excell,

VIII-537. I know she's supposed to be inferior to me in intellect, but maybe nature tried to make up for that by giving her more outward beauty—almost more than I can stand.

VIII-543. In outward also her resembling less / His Image who made both, and less expressing / The character of that Dominion giv'n / O're other Creatures;

VIII-543. You can tell by looking at her that she doesn't have that look of domination over other creatures as I have.

VIII-546. yet when I approach / Her loveliness, so absolute she seems / And in her self compleat, so well to know / Her own, that what she wills to do or say, / Seems wisest, vertuousest, discreetest, best; / All higher knowledge in her presence falls / Degraded, Wisdom in discourse with her / Looses discount'nanc't, and like folly shewes; / Authority and Reason on her waite, / As one intended first, not after made / Occasionally; and to consummate all, / Greatness of mind and nobleness thir seat / Build in her loveliest, and create an awe / About her, as a guard Angelic plac't.

VIII-546. But when I'm with her, her beauty is so awesome and she seems so sure of herself that I can't deny her anything. She seems always right. My arguments fall flat. It's like she was created first instead of me.”

VIII-560. To whom the Angel with contracted brow.

VIII-560. Raphael gently scolded him:

VIII-561. Accuse not Nature, she hath don her part; / Do thou but thine,

VIII-561. “Don't blame nature. She did her part, now you do yours. Don't be such a sissy, Adam.

VIII-563. and be not diffident / Of Wisdom, she deserts thee not, if thou / Dismiss not her, when most thou needst her nigh,

VIII-563. You've got a brain. Use it. Don't shut it down when you need it most.

VIII-565. By attributing overmuch to things / Less excellent, as thou thy self perceav'st. / For what admir'st thou, what transports thee so, / An outside?

VIII-565. Are you going to toss out all the excellence God placed in you? For what—the way she looks?

VIII-568. fair no doubt, and worthy well / Thy cherishing, thy honouring, and thy love, / Not thy subjection:

VIII-568. She's beautiful, no doubt, and well worth cherishing, but not for you to submit yourself to her domination.

VIII-571. weigh with her thy self; / Then value: Oft times nothing profits more / Then self esteem, grounded on just and right / Well manag'd; of that skill the more thou know'st, / The more she will acknowledge thee her Head, / And to realities yield all her shows: / Made so adorn for thy delight the more, / So awful,

VIII-571. Compare the two of you. You know, sometimes showing self-esteem, when it's justified, is the best way to gain someone's respect. She can see when you're acting stupid.

VIII-577. that with honour thou maist love / Thy mate, who sees when thou art seen least wise. / But if the sense of touch whereby mankind / Is propagated seem such dear delight / Beyond all other, think the same voutsaf't / To Cattel and each Beast;

VIII-577. You should enjoy her beauty and love her honorably. And if sex seems like such great pleasure over everything else, just remember cows do it too.

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