Back to the thicket slunk 785 The guilty Serpent; and well might; for Eve, Intent now wholly on her taste, nought else Regarded; such delight till then, as seemed, In fruit she never tasted, whether true Or fancied so, through expectation high 790 Of knowledge; not was Godhead from her thought. Greedily she ingorged without restraint, And knew not eating death:
