_Raph._ Thus armed, meet firmly your approaching ill; For see, the guards, from yon' far eastern hill, Already move, nor longer stay afford; High in the air they wave the flaming sword, Your signal to depart; now down amain They drive, and glide, like meteors, through the plain. _Adam._ Then farewell all; I will indulgent be To my own ease, and not look back to see. When what we love we ne'er must meet again, To lose the thought is to remove the pain. _Eve._ Farewell, you happy shades! Where angels first should practise hymns, and string Their tuneful harps, when they to heaven would sing. Farewell, you flowers, whose buds, with early care, I watched, and to the chearful sun did rear: Who now shall bind your stems? or, when you fall, With fountain streams your fainting souls recal? A long farewell to thee, my nuptial bower, Adorned with every fair and fragrant flower! And last, farewell, farewell my place of birth! I go to wander in the lower earth, As distant as I can; for, dispossest, Farthest from what I once enjoyed, is best. _Raph._ The rising winds urge the tempestuous air; And on their wings deformed winter bear: The beasts already feel the change; and hence They fly to deeper coverts, for defence: The feebler herd before the stronger run; For now the war of nature is begun: But, part you hence in peace, and, having mourned your sin, For outward Eden lost, find Paradise within. [_Exeunt._ * * * * * AURENG-ZEBE. A TRAGEDY. --_Sed, cum fregit subsellia versu, Esurit, intactam Paridi nisi vendat Agaven._ JUV. AURENG-ZEBE.