I need not observe how properly this Author, who always suits his Parts to the Actors whom he introduces, has employed Michael in the Expulsion of our first Parents from Paradise.  The Archangel on this Occasion neither appears in his proper Shape, nor in that familiar Manner with which Raphael the sociable Spirit entertained the Father of Mankind before the Fall.  His Person, his Port, and Behaviour, are suitable to a Spirit of the highest Rank, and exquisitely describd in the following Passage.

 —­Th’ Archangel soon drew nigh,
  Not in his Shape Celestial; but as Man
  Clad to meet Man:  over his lucid Arms
  A Military Vest of Purple flow’d,
  Livelier than Meliboean, or the Grain
  Of Sarra, worn by Kings and Heroes old,
  In time of Truce:  Iris had dipt the Wooff: 
  His starry Helm, unbuckled, shew’d him prime
  In Manhood where Youth ended; by his side,
  As in a glistring Zodiack, hung the Sword,
  Satan’s dire dread, and in his Hand the Spear. 
  Adam bow’d low, he Kingly from his State
  Inclined not, but his coming thus declared.

Eve’s Complaint upon hearing that she was to be removed from the Garden of Paradise, is wonderfully beautiful:  The Sentiments are not only proper to the Subject, but have something in them particularly soft and womanish.

  Must I then leave thee, Paradise?  Thus leave
  Thee, native Soil, these happy Walks and Shades,
  Fit haunt of Gods?  Where I had hope to spend
  Quiet, though sad, the respite of that Day
  That must be mortal to us both.  O Flowrs,
  That never will in other Climate grow,
  My early Visitation, and my last
  At Even, which I bred up with tender Hand
  From the first opening Bud, and gave you Names;
  Who now shall rear you to the Sun, or rank
  Your Tribes, and water from th’ ambrosial Fount? 
  Thee, lastly, nuptial Bower, by me adorn’d
  With what to Sight or Smell was sweet; from thee
  How shall I part, and whither wander down
  Into a lower World, to this obscure
  And wild? how shall we breathe in other Air
  Less pure, accustomd to immortal Fruits?

Adam’s Speech abounds with Thoughts which are equally moving, but of a more masculine and elevated Turn.  Nothing can be conceived more Sublime and Poetical than the following Passage in it.

  This most afflicts me, that departing hence
  As from his Face I shall be hid, deprived
  His blessed Countnance:  here I could frequent,
  With Worship, place by place where he vouchsaf’d
  Presence Divine; and to my Sons relate,
  On this Mount he appear’d, under this Tree
  Stood visible, among these Pines his Voice
  I heard, here with him at this Fountain talk’d;
  So many grateful Altars I would rear
  Of grassy Turf, and pile up every Stone
  Of lustre from the Brook, in memory
  Or monument to Ages, and thereon
  Offer sweet-smelling Gums and Fruits and