They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving.

Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem: other creature here Beast, bird, insect, or worm durst enter none; Such was their awe of man.

A short retirement urges a sweet return.