For No Falsehood Can Endure Touch Of

Knowledge Forbidden? Suspicious, Reasonless. Why Should Their Lord Envy Them That? Can It Be A Sin To Know? Can It Be Death?

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.

But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst Of Evils, And Excessive, Overturns All Patience.

Each Tree Laden With Fairest Fruit, That Hung To Th' Eye Tempting, Stirr'd In Me Sudden Appetite To Pluck And Eat.

And On The Tree Of Life, The Middle Tree And Highest There That Grew, Sat Like A Cormorant.