Deprefs'd, and overthrown, as seểm'd,
Like that self-begotten bird

In the Arabian woods imbost,
That no fecond knows or third,
And lay here while a holocauft,

1700

From out her ashy womb now teem'd,
Revives, reflorishes, then vigorous most
When most unactive deem'd,

1705

And though her body die, her fame furvives
A fecular bird ages of lives.

Man. Come, come, no time for lamentation now, Nor much more caufe; Samfon hath quit himself Like Samson, and heroicly hath finish'd

A life heroic, on his enemies

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1715

Fully reveng'd, hath left them years of mourning,
And lamentation to the fons of Caphtor
Through all Philiftian bounds; to Ifrael
Honor hath left, and freedom, let but them
Find courage to lay hold on this occafion;
To' himself and father's house eternal fame;
And which is best and happiest yet, all this
With God not parted from him, as was fear'd, 1720
But favoring and assisting to the end.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail

Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death fo noble. 1725 Let us go find the body where it lies

Sok'd

Sok'd in his enemies blood, and from the stream
With lavers pure and cleansing herbs wash off
The clotted gore. I with what speed the while
(Gaza is not in plight to say us nay)
Will fend for all my kindred, all my friends,
To fetch him hence, and folemnly attend
With filent obsequy and funeral train

1730

Home to his father's houfe: there will I build him
A monument, and plant it round with fhade 1735
Of laurel ever green, and branching palm,
With all his trophies hung, and acts inroll'd
In copious legend, or sweet lyric fong.
Thither shall all the valiant youth resort,
And from his memory inflame their breafts 1740
To matchless valor, and adventures high:
The virgins also shall on feastful days
Vifit his tomb with flow'rs, only bewailing
His lot unfortunate in nuptial choice,
From whence captivity and lofs of eyes.
Chor. All is best, though we oft doubt,
What th' unsearchable dispose
Of highest wisdom brings about,
And ever best found in the close.

Oft he seems to hide his face,

But unexpectedly returns,

And to his faithful champion hath in place

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1750

Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns
And all that band them to refift

His uncontrollable intent;

His fervants he with new acquift

Of true experience from this great event
With peace and confolation hath dismist,
And calm of mind all paffion spent.

1755

THE END.

To the first edition of the author's poems printed in 1645 was prefixed the following advertisement of The STATIONER to the READER.

Tis not any private respect of gain, gentle Reader, for

I the

the flightest pamphlet is now a days more vendible than the works of learnedeft men; but it is the love I have to our own language, that hath made me diligent to collect and fet forth fuch pieces both in profe and verse, as may renew the wonted honor and esteem of our English tongue: and it's the worth of thefe both English and Latin poems, not the florish of any prefixed encomiums that can invite thee to buy them, though these are not without the highest commendations and applaufe of the learnedef Academics, both domeftic and foreign; and amongst thofe of our own country, the unparallel'd atteftation of that renowned Provost of Eton, Sir Henry Wotton. I know not thy palate how it relishes fuch dainties, nor how harmonious thy foul is; perhaps more trivial airs may pleafe thee better. But howfoever thy opinion is spent upon thefe, that encouragement I have alreadyreceived from the most ingeniousmenin their clear and courteous entertainment of Mr.Waller's late choice pieces, hathonce more made me adventure into the world, prefenting it with thefe ever-green, and not to be blafted laurels. The Author's more peculiar excellency in thefe ftudies was too well known to conceal his papers, or to keep me from attempting to folicit them from him. Let the event guide itfelf which way it will, I fhall deferve of the age, by bringing into the light as true a birth, as the Mufes have brought forth fince our famous Spenfer wrote; whofe poems in thefe English ones are as rarely imitated, as fweetly excell'd. Reader, if thou art eagle-ey'd to cenfure their worth, I am not fearful to expose them to thy exacteft perufal.

Thine to command,

HUMPH. MOSELEY.