Whom thus the Angel interrupted mild: “Lament not, Eve, but patiently resign What justly thou hast lost; nor set thy heart, Thus over-fond, on that which is not thine. Thy going is not lonely; with thee goes Thy husband; him to follow thou art bound; Where he abides, think there thy native soil.”

Adam, by this from the cold sudden damp Recovering, and his scattered spirits returned, To Michael thus his humble words addressed: