Placed in a Paradise, by our exile Made happy. Him by fraud I have seduced From his Creator, and, the more to increase Your wonder, with an apple! He, thereat Offended⁠—worth your laughter!⁠—hath given up Both his beloved Man and all his World To Sin and Death a prey, and so to us, Without our hazard, labour, or alarm, To range in, and to dwell, and over Man To rule, as over all he should have ruled. True is, me also he hath judged, or rather Me not, but the brute serpent, in whose shape Man I deceived: that which to me belongs Is enmity, which he will put between Me and mankind; I am to bruise his heel; His seed⁠—when is not set⁠—shall bruise my head: A world who would not purchase with a bruise, Or much more grievous pain? Ye have the account Of my performance; what remains, ye Gods, But up and enter now into full bliss?”