"But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed." James 1:14
Eve and The Serpent
Serpent. Not eat? not taste? not touch?
not cast an eye
Upon the fruit of this fair tree? and why?
Why eat'st thou not what Heav'n ordained
Or canst thou think that bad which Ileav'n
Why was it made, if not to be enjoyed?
Neglect of favors makes a favor void ;
Blessings unused pervert into a waste
As well as surfeits. Woman, do but taste.
See how the laden boughs make silent suit
To be enjoyed; look how their bending fruit
Meet thee half-way; observe but how they
To kiss thy hand; coy woman, do but touch;
Mark what a pure vermilion touch has dyed
Their swelling cheeks, and how for shame
Their palsy heads, to see themselves stand by
Neglected: woman, do but cast an eye.
What bounteous Heav'n ordained for use
Come, pull and eat: y' abuse the thing ye
Eve. Wisest of beasts, our great Creator
Reserve this tree, and this alone forbid ;
The rest are freely ours, which doubtless are
As pleasing to the taste, to the eye as fair;
But, touching this, His strict commands are
'Tis death to taste, no less than death to
Serpent. Pish! death's a fable; did not
Your equiil elements with living fire.
Blown from the spring of life? Is not that
Immortal? Come, ye are as free from death
As He that made you. Can the flames
Which He has kindled? Can ye quench His
Did not the great Creator's voice proclaim
Whate'er He made, from the blue-spangled
To the poor leaf that trembles, very good?
Blessed He not both the feeder and the
Tell, tell me, then, what danger can accrue
From such blessed food, to such half gods
Curb needless fears, and let no fond conceit
Abuse your freedom; woman, take and eat.
Eve. 'Tis true we are immortal; death is
Unborn, and, till rebellion make it death,
Undue; I know the fruit is good, until
Presumptuous disobedience make it ill.
The lips that open to this fruit 's a portal
To let in death, and make immortal mortal.
Serpent. You cannot die; come, woman,
taste and fear not.
Eve. Shall Eve transgress? I dare not,
oh! I dare not.
Serpent. Afraid? why draw'st thou back
thy tim'rous arm?
Harm only falls on such as fear a harm.
Heav'n knows and fears the virtue of this
'Twill make you perfect gods as well as He.
Stretch forth thy hand, and let thy fondness
Fear death; do, pull and eat, and live for-
Eve. 'Tis but an apple; and it is as good
To do as to desire. Fruit's made for food:
I'll pull, and taste, and tempt my Adam too
To know the secrets of this dainty.