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And not as feeling through all parts diffus'd,
That she might look at will through everv pore?
1 hen had I not been thus exil'd from light,
As in the land of darkness yet in light,
To live a life half dead, a living death, 100

And bury'd: but O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave,
Bury'd, yet not exempt
By privilege of death and burial
From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs,
But made hereby obnoxious more
To all the miseries of life,
Life in captivity
Among inhuman foes.

But who are these? for with joint pace I hear 110
The tread of many feet steering this way;
Perhaps my enemies who come to stare
At my affliction, and perhaps to insult.
Their daily practice, to afflict me more.
Chor. This, this is he; softly awhile,

Let us not break in upon him;

O change beyond report, thought or belief!

See how he lies at random, earelessly diffus'd,

With languish'd head unpropt,

As one past hope, abandon'd, 120

And by himself given over;

In slavish habit, ill-fitted weeds

O'er-worn and soil'd;

Or do my eyes misrepresent? Can this be he,

That he heroic, that renown'd,

Irresistible Samson? whom unarm'd

No strength of man, or fiercest wild beast could

Who tore the lion, .as the lion tears the kid,
Ran on imbattled armies clad in iron,
And weaponless himself, 130

Made arms rediculous, useless the forgery
Of brazen shield and spear, the hammer'd cuirass,
Chalybean temper'd steel, and frock of mail
Adamantean proof;
But safest he who stood aloof,
When insupportably his foot advanc'd,
In scorn of their proud arms and warlike tools,
Spurn'd them to death by troops. The bold Asca-
Fled from his lion ramp, old warriors turn'd [lonite
Their plated backs under his heel; 140

Or grov'ling soil'd their crested helmets in the dust.
Then with what trivial weapon came to hand,
The jaw of a dead ass, his sword of bone,
A thousand fore-skins fell, the flower of Palastine,
In Ramath-lechi famous to this day.
Then by main force pull'd up, and on his shoulders
The gates of Azza, post, and massy bar, [bore
Up to the hill by Hebron, seat of Giants old,
No journey of a sabbath-day, and loaded so;
Likewhomthe Gentiles feign to bear up Heav'n. 150
Which shall I first bewail,
Thy bondage or lost sight,
Prison within prison
Inseparably dark?

Thou art become (O worst imprisonment!)

The dungeon of thyself; thy soul [plain)

(Which men enjoying sight oft without cause com

Imprison'd now indeed,

In real darkness of the body dwells,

Shut up from outward light 169

To incorporate with gloomy night;

For inward light, alas!

Puts forth no visual beam.

O mirror of our fickle state,

Since man on earth unparallel'd!

The rarer thy example stands,

By how much from the top of wond'rous glory,

Strongest of mortal men,

To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall'n,

For him I reckon not in high estate 179

Whom long descent of birth

Or the sphere of fortune raises;

But thee whose strength, while virtue was her mate,

Might have subdued the earth,

Universally crown'd with highest praises.

Sam. I hear the sound of words, their sense the air Dissolves unjointed ere it reach my ear.

c H o R. He speaks, let us draw nigh. Matchless in The glory late of Israel, now the grief; [might, We come thy friends and neighbours not unknown From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale, 181

To visit or bewail thee, or if better,
Counsel or consolation we may bring,
Salve to thy sores; apt words have power to swage
The tumors of a troubled mind,
And arc as balm to fester'd wounds.

Sam. Your coming, friends, revives me, for!
Now of my own experience, not by talk, fleam
How counterfeit a coin they are who friends,
Bear in their superscription, (of the most 190
I would be understood) in prosp'rous days
They swarm, but in adverse withdraw their head,
Not to be found, though sought. Ye see, O friends,
How many evils have inclos'd me round;
Yet that whieh was the worst now least afflicts me,
Blindness, for had I sight, confus'd with shame,
How could I once look np, or heave the head
Who like a foolish pilot have shipwrack'd
My vessel trusted to me from above,
Gloriously rigg'd; and for a word, a tear, 260
Fool, have divulg'd the secret gift of God
To a deceitful woman? tell me, friends,
Am I not sung and proverb'd for a fool
In every street? do they not say, how well
Are come upon him his deserts? yet why f
Immeasurable strength they might bihold
In me, of wisdom nothing more than man;
This with the other should, at least have pair'd,
These twoproportion'd ill drove me transverse. 209

C u o R. Tax not divine disposal; wisest men Have err'd, and by bad women been deceiv'd; And shall again, pretend they ne'er so wise. Deject not then so over much thyself, Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides;


Yet truth to say, I oft have heard men wonder
Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather
Than of thine own tribe fairer, or as fair,
At least of thy own nation, and as noble.

Sam. The first I saw at Timna, and she pleas'd
Me, not my parents, that I sought to wed 220
The daughter of an infidel: they knew not
That what I motion'd was of God; I knew
Trom intimate impulse, and therefore urg'd
The marriage on j that by occasion hence
1 might begin Israel's deliverance,
The work to which I was divinely call'd.
She proving false, the next I took to wife
(O that I never had! fond wish too late)
Was in the vale of Sorec, Dalila, 229

That specious monster, my accomplish'd snare.
I thought it lawful from my former act,
And the same end; still watching to oppress
Israel's oppressors: of what now I suffer
She was not the prime cause, but I myself,
Who vanquish'd with a peal of words, (O weakness )
Gave up my fort of silence to a woman.

Chor. In seeking just occasion to provoke
The Philistine, thy country's enemy
Thou never was remiss, I bear thee witness:
Yet Israel still serves with all his sons. 240

Sam. That fault I take not on me, but transfer On Israel's governors, and heads of tribes, Who seeing those great acts, which God had done Singly by mc against their conquerors, ,

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