"So saying, her rash hand in evil hour / Forth reaching to the fruit, she plucked, she eat. / Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat / Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe, / That all was lost..." -Paradise Lost, Book IX, 148-152.
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