fituation is defcribed; over-leaps the bounds, fits in the Shape of a cormorant on the tree of Life, as the highest in the garden, to look about him. The garden defcribed; Satan's firft fight of Adam and Eve; his wonder at their excellent form and happy fate, but with refolution to work their fall; over-hears their difcourfe, thence gathers that the tree of knowledge was forbidden them to eat of, under penalty of death; and thereon intends to found his temptation, by feducing them to tranfgrefs: then leaves them a while to know further of their flate by fome other means. Mean while Uriel defcending on a fun-beam warns Gabriel (who had in charge the gate of Paradife) that fome evil spirit had escaped the deep, and past at noon by his fphear in the shape of a good Angel down to Paradife, difcovered afterwards by his furious geftures in the mount: Gabriel promifes to find him e're morning. Night coming on, Adam and Eve difcourfe of going to their reft: their bower defcribed; their evening worship. Gabriel drawing forth his bands of night-watch to walk the round of Paradife, appoints two frong Angels to Adam's bower, left the evil spirit fhould be there doing feme harm to Adam or Eve fleeping; there they find him at the ear of Eve, tempting her in a dream, and bring him, tho' unwilling, to Gabriel; by whom question'd, be fcornfully anfvers, prepares refiftance, but binder'd by a fign from Heaven, flies out of Paradife. FOR that warning voice, which he who faw Th'Apocalyps heard cry in Heav'n aloud, Came rurous down to be reveng'd on men, SATAN, IQ 20 SATAN, now first inflam'd with rage, came down, 25 39 35 O thou that with furpaffing glory crown'd, Look'ft from thy fole dominion like the God Of this new world; at whofe fight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name O Sun! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what ftate I fell, how glorious once above thy fphear; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, 40 Warring in Heav'n againft Heav'n's matchlefs King. Ah wherefore! he deserv'd no fuch return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his fervice hard. 45 What |