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Queen of this universe, do not believe Those rigid threats of death; ye shall not die. How should ye? By the fruit? it gives you life To knowledge; by the Threatener? look on me, Me who have touched and tasted, yet both live, And life more perfect have attained than Fate Meant me, by venturing higher than my lot.

What fear I then? rather what know to fear Under this ignorance of good and evil? Of God or death, of law or penalty? Here grows the cure of all, this fruit divine.

So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she plucked, she ate: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.

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