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				DEUS   Adam and Eve, this is the place 
				That I have graunte you of my grace 
				To have your wonnyng in. 
				Erbes, spyce, frute on tree, 
				Beastes, fewles, all that ye see 
				Shall bowe to you, more and myn. 
				This place hight paradyce; 
				Here shall your joys begynne, 
				And yf that ye be wyse 
				Frome thys tharr ye never twyn. 
				 
				All your wyll here shall ye have, 
				Lykyng for to eate or sayff 
				Fyshe, fewle, or fee, 
				And for to take at your owen wyll 
				All other creatours also theretyll. 
				Your suggettes shall they bee. 
				Adam, of more and lesse 
				Lordeship in erthe here graunte I thee; 
				Thys place that worthy is, 
				Kepe it in honestye. 
				 
				Looke that ye yem ytt wetterly, 
				All other creatours shall multeply, 
				Ylke one in tender hower. 
				Looke that ye bothe save and sett 
				Erbes and treys, for nothyng lett, 
				So that ye may endower 
				To susteyn beast and man 
				And fewll of ylke stature. 
				Dwell here yf that ye cann: 
				This shall be your endowre. 
				 
				ADAM   O Lord, lovyd be thy name, 
				For nowe is this a joyfull hame 
				That thowe hais brought us to: 
				Full of myrthe and solys faughe, 
				Erbes and trees, frute on haugh 
				Wyth spysys many one hoo. 
				Loo, Eve, nowe ar we brought 
				Bothe unto rest and rowe, 
				We neyd to tayke no thought, 
				But loke ay well to doo. 
				 
				EVE   Lovyng be ay to suche a Lord 
				To us hais geven so great reward 
				To governe bothe great and small, 
				And mayd us after his owen read 
				. . . 
				Emonges these myrthes all. 
				Here is a joyfull sight 
				Where that wee wonn in shall. 
				We love thee, mooste of myght, 
				Great God, that we on call. 
				 
				 DEUS   Love my name with good entent 
				And harken to my comaundement, 
				And do my byddyng buxomly. 
				Of all the frute in parradyce 
				Tayke ye therof of your best wyse 
				And mayke you right merry. 
				The tree of good and yll, 
				What tyme you eates of thys 
				Thowe speydes thyself to spyll 
				And be brought owte of blysse. 
				 
				All thynges is mayd, man, for thy prowe; 
				All creatours shall to thee bowe 
				That here is mayd erthly. 
				In erthe I mayke thee lord of all, 
				And beast unto thee shall be thrall. 
				Thy kynd shall multeply; 
				Therefore this tree alone, 
				Adam, this owte take I, 
				The frute of it negh none, 
				For an ye do, then shall ye dye. 
				 
				ADAM   Alas, Lorde, that we shuld do so yll, 
				Thy blyssed byddyng we shall fulfyll 
				Bothe in thought and deyd. 
				We shall no negh thys tre nor the bugh 
				Nor yit the fruyte that thereon groweth, 
				Therewith oure fleshe to feyd. 
				 
				EVE   We shall do thy byddyng. 
				We have none other neyd; 
				Thys frute full styll shall hyng, 
				Lorde, that thowe hays forbyd. 
				 
				DEUS   Looke that ye doe as ye have sayd. 
				Of all that there is hold you apayd, 
				For here is welthe at wyll. 
				Thys tre that beres the fruyte of lyfe, 
				Luke nother thowe nor Eve thy wyf 
				Lay ye no handes theretyll. 
				Forwhy it is knowen 
				Bothe of good and yll, 
				This frute but ye lett hyng 
				Ye speyd yourself to spyll. 
				 
				Forthy this tree that I owt tayke, 
				Nowe kepe it grathly for my sayke 
				That nothyng negh it neyre. 
				All other at your wyll shall be; 
				I owte take nothyng but this tree 
				To feyd you with in feare. 
				Here shall ye leyd your lyffe 
				With dayntys that is deare. 
				Adam and Eve thy wyfe, 
				My blyssyng have ye here. 
				
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				(t-note) 
				 
				dwelling 
				Herbs 
				fowls 
				less 
				is called 
				 
				 
				need you never separate [yourself] 
				 
				 
				save (maintain) 
				fowl; livestock 
				 
				 
				 
				subjects 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				attend to; entirely 
				 
				Each; hour 
				 
				 
				endeavor 
				 
				fowls 
				 
				living 
				 
				praised; (see note) 
				home 
				 
				happy solace 
				on hill; (t-note) 
				spices; on hill 
				 
				peace 
				 
				(t-note) 
				 
				Praise 
				 
				 
				created; own plan 
				[line missing, see textual note] 
				 
				 
				live in 
				 
				 
				 
				Praise (Worship) 
				 
				obediently 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				hastens; destroy 
				 
				 
				good 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				 
				take out (except) 
				approach not; (see note) 
				if 
				 
				ill (wrong) 
				 
				deed 
				not approach; bough 
				 
				feed 
				 
				 
				needs 
				hang 
				have 
				 
				 
				contented 
				 
				 
				See to it that neither 
				 
				Since; (t-note) 
				 
				hang 
				hasten; destroy 
				 
				disallow 
				truly; sake 
				come near it 
				 
				 
				altogether 
				 
				dainties (lovely things) 
				 
				 
				
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