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Of fair fallacious looks, venereal trains,
540 Cho. Defire of wine and all delicious drinks, Which many
a famous warrior overturns, Thou couldft repress, nor did the dancing ruby Sparkling, out-pour'd, the flavor, or the smell, Or taste that chears the heart of Gods and men, 545 Allure thee from the cool crystallin stream.
Sams. Wherever fountain or fresh current flow'd Against the eastern ray, tranflucent, pure With touch ethereal of Heav'n's fiery rod, I drank, from the clear milky juice allaying
550 Thirst, and refresh'd; nor envy'd them the grape Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes.
Cho. O madness, to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief support of health, When God with these forbidd’n made choice to rear His mighty champion, strong above compare, Whose drink was only from the liquid brook!
Sams. But what avail'd this temp’rance, not comAgainst another object more enticing ? (plete What boots it at one gate to make defense,
560 And at another to let in the foe, Effeminately vanquifh'd ? by which means,
Now blind, dishearten'd, sham’d, dishonor'd, quell’d,
575 Haften the welcome end of all my pains.
MAN. Wilt thou then serve the Philistines with that Which was exprefly giv'n thee to annoy them? [gift Better at home lie bed-rid, not only idle, Inglorious, unemploy'd, with age outworn. 58a But God, who caus'd a fountain at thy prayer From the dry ground to spring, thy thirft t' allay After the brunt of battel, can as easy Cause light again within thy eyes to spring, Wherewith to serve him better than thou haft; 585 And I persuade me fo; why else this strength Miraculous yet remaining in those locks? His might continues in thee not for nought, Nor shall his wondrous gifts be frustrate thus,
SAMS. All otherwise to me my thoughts portend, That these dark orbs no more shall treat with light, Nor th' other light of life continue long,
But yield to double darkness nigh at hand:
MAN. Believe not these suggestions, which proceed
SAMS. O that torment should not be confin'd
My griefs not only pain me
620 Rankle, and fefter, and gangrene, To black mortification.
Thoughts my tormentors arm’d with deadly stings
I was his nursling once and choice delight,
645 The subject of their cruelty or scorn. Nor am I in the list of them that hope ; Hopeless are all my evils, all remediless; This one prayer yet remains, might I be heard, No long petition, speedy death, The close of all my miseries, and the balm.
Cho. Many are the sayings of the wife
In ancient and in modern books inroll’d,
665 And fainting spirits uphold.
God of our fathers, what is man! That thou tow'ards him with hand so various, Or might I say contrarious, Temper'ft thy providence through his short course, 670 Not ev’nly, as thou rul'st Th’angelic orders and inferior creatures mute, Irrational and brute. Nor do I name of men the common rout, That wandering loose about Grow up and perish, as the summer flie, Heads without name no more remember'de But such as thou hast solemnly elected, With gifts and graces eminently adorn'd, To some great work, thy glory,
680 And people's safety, which in part they'effect: Yet toward these thus dignify'd, thou oft