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O first created Beam, and thou great
At my affliction, and perhaps t'insult,
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 safest he who stood aloof,
135 When insupportably his foot advanc'd, In scorn of their proud arms and warlike tools, Spurn’d them to death by troops. The bold Ascalonite Fled from his lion ramp, old warriors turn'd Their plated backs under his heel;
14 Or grov'ling foild their crested helmets in the dust. Then with what trivial weapon came to hand,
The jaw of a dead ass, his sword of bone,
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 fallin. 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 Diffolves 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 Ethtaol 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.
SAMs. 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 (warm, 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 which was the worst now least afflicts me, 193 Blindness, for had I fight, confus’d with shame, 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 sung and proverb’d for a fool
Cho. Tax not divine disposal; wisest men
Sams. The first I saw at Timna, and the pleas’d. Me, not my parents, that I fought to wed 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 false, the next I took to wife (O that I never had! fond with 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; still watching to oppress