Paradise Lost - The Original Classic Edition. Milton Niles John

Which else might work him danger or delay: And now a stripling Cherube he appeers,

       Not of the prime, yet such as in his face Youth smil'd Celestial, and to every Limb Sutable grace diffus'd, so well he feignd; Under a Coronet his flowing haire

       In curles on either cheek plaid, wings he wore Of many a colourd plume sprinkl'd with Gold, His habit fit for speed succinct, and held

       Before his decent steps a Silver wand.

       He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright, Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turnd, Admonisht by his eare, and strait was known Th' Arch-Angel URIEL, one of the seav'n Who in Gods presence, neerest to his Throne Stand ready at command, and are his Eyes

       That run through all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth

       Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,

       O're Sea and Land: him SATAN thus accostes; URIEL, for thou of those seav'n Spirits that stand

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       In sight of God's high Throne, gloriously bright, The first art wont his great authentic will Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring, Where all his Sons thy Embassie attend;

       And here art likeliest by supream decree

       Like honour to obtain, and as his Eye To visit oft this new Creation round; Unspeakable desire to see, and know

       All these his wondrous works, but chiefly Man,

       His chief delight and favour, him for whom All these his works so wondrous he ordaind, Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim Alone thus wandring. Brightest Seraph tell

       In which of all these shining Orbes hath Man