Behold the ripened fruit, come, gather now your fill!

Yet still, methinks, we fain would be 60

Catching at the forbidden tree;

We would be like the Deity;

When truth and falsehood, good and evil, we

Without the senses’ aid within ourselves would see;

For ’tis God only who can find 65

All nature in his mind.

From words, which are but pictures of the thought

(Though we our thoughts from them perversely drew,)