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O first-created Beam, and thou great Word,
At my affliction, and perhaps t'insult,
Chor. This, this is he; softly a while, 115
125 Irresistible Samson? whom unarm'd No strength of man,or fiercest wild beast could withstand; Who tore the lion, as the lion tears the kid, Ran on imbattel'd armies clad in iron, And weaponless himself,
130 Made arms ridiculous, useless the forgery Of brazen shield and spear, the hammer'd cuirass, Chalybean temper'd steel, and frock of mail Adamantean proof; But safeft he who stood aloof,
135 When insupportably his foot advanc'd, In scorn of their proud arms and warlike tools, Sparn’d them to death by troops. The bold Ascalonite Fled from his lion ramp, old warriors turn’d Their plated backs under his heel ;
140 Or grov’ling soild their crested helmets in the duft. Then with what trivial weapon came to hand,
The jaw of a dead ass, his sword of bone,
155 The dungeon of thyself; thy soul (Which men enjoying sight oft without cause complain) Imprison'd now indeed, In real darkness of the body dwells, Shut up from outward light
160 T'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 !
165 The rarer thy example stands, By how much from the top of wondrous glory, Strongest of mortal men, To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fall’n. For him I reckon not in high estate
170 Whom long descent of birth Or the sphere of fortune raises;
But thee whose strength, while virtue was her mate,
175 Sams. I hear the sound of words, their sense the air Dissolves unjointed ere it reach my ear.
Cho. 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 180 From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale, To visit or bewail thee, or if better, Counsel or confolation we may bring, Salve to thy fores; apt words have pow'r to swage The tumors of a troubled mind,
185 And are as balm to fester'd wounds.
SAM5. Your coming, Friends, revives me, for I Now of my own experience, not by talk, [learn 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 fought. Ye fee, O Friends, How many
evils have inclos'd me round; Yet that which was the worst now least amfiets me, 195 Blindness, for had I fight, confus’d with Thame, How could I once look up, 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, Fool, have divulg'd the secret gift of God To a deceitful woman? tell me, Friends,
Am I not sụng and proverb’d for a fool
Cho. Tax not divine disposal; wiseft men
Sams. The first I saw at Timna, and she pleas'd Me, not my parents, that I fought to wed
220 The daughter of an infidel : they knew not That what I motion'd was of God; I knew From intimate impulse, and therefore urg'd The marriage on; that by occasion hence I might begin ifrael's deliverance,
225 The work to which I was divinely call’d. She proving falfe, the next I took to wife (O that I never had ! fond wish too late,) Was in the vale of Sorec, Dalila, That specious monster, my accomplish'd snare.
230 I thought it lawful from
former act, And the fame end; ftill watching to oppress