I vary much, indeed, from hour to hour,
But since my baby’s birth I am happier far;
And I have done some work as well as you.
Adam. What is it tho’? for I will take my oath
You’ve got some fancy stirring in your brain.
Eve. Nay, but it vexes me for evermore
To find in you no credence to my thought.
Adam. What is it then you wish me to subscribe to?
That we were in a garden put by God,
Allowed to eat of all the trees but one.