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Of birth from Heaven foretold, and high exploits,
Full of divine instinct, after some proof
Of acts indeed heroick, far beyond

The sons of Anak, famous now and blaz'd,
Fearless of danger, like a petty God

I walk'd about admir'd of all and dreaded
On hostile ground, none daring my affront.
Then swollen with pride into the snare I fell
Of fair fallacious looks, venereal trains,
Soften❜d with pleasure and voluptuous life;
At length to lay my head and hallow'd pledge
Of all my strength in the lascivious lap
Of a deceitful concubine, who shore me
Like a tame wether, all my precious fleece,
Then turn'd me out ridiculous, despoil'd,
Shaven, and disarm'd among mine enemies.

Chorus. Desire of wine and all delicious drinks,
Which many a famous warriour overturns,
Thou couldst repress; nor did the dancing ruby
Sparkling, out-pour'd, the flavour, or the smell,
Or taste that cheers the heart of Gods and Men,
Allure thee from the cool crystalline stream.
Samson. Wherever fountain or fresh current

flow'd

Against the eastern ray, translucent, pure
With touch ethereal of Heaven's fiery rod,
I drank, from the clear milky juice allaying
Thirst, and refresh'd: nor envied them the grape

Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes. Chorus. 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

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His mighty champion, strong above compare, Whose drink was only from the liquid brook. Samson. But what avail'd this temperance, not complete

Against another object more enticing?

What boots it at one gate to make defence,

And at another to let in the foe,

Effeminately vanquish'd? by which means,

Now blind, dishearten'd, sham'd, dishonour'd, quell'd,

To what can I be useful, wherein serve

My nation, and the work from Heaven impos'd,
But to sit idle on the houshold hearth,
A burdenous drone; to visitants a gaze,
Or pitied object, these redundant locks
Robustious to no purpose clustering down,
Vain monument of strength; till length of years
And sedentary numness craze my limbs

To a contemptible old age obscure?

Here rather let me drudge, and earn my bread;

* Till vermin, or the draff of servile food, Consume me, and oft-invocated death

Hasten the welcome end of all my pains.

Manoah. Wilt thou then serve the Philistines

with that gift

Which was expressly given thee to annoy them?
Better at home lie bed-rid, not only idle,
Inglorious, unemploy'd, with age outworn.
But God, who caus'd a fountain at thy prayer
From the dry ground to spring, thy thirst to allay
After the brunt of battle, can as easy

Cause light again within thy eyes to spring,
Wherewith to serve him better than thou hast;
And I persuade me so; why else this strength
Miraculous yet remaining in those locks?
His might continues in thee not for nought,
Nor shall his wonderous gifts be frustrate thus.
Samson. All otherwise to me my thoughts por-
tend,

That these dark orbs no more shall treat with light,
Nor the other light of life continue long,

But yield to double darkness nigh at hand:
So much I feel my genial spirits droop,
My hopes all flat, Nature within me seems
In all her functions weary of herself;
My race of glory run, and race of shame,
And I shall shortly be with them that rest.

Manoah. Believe not these suggestions, which proceed

From anguish of the mind and humours black,

That mingle with thy fancy. I however
Must not omit a father's timely care
To prosecute the means of thy deliverance

By ransom, or how else: mean while be calin,
And healing words from these thy friends admit,

[Exit.] Samson. O that Torment should not be confin'd

To the body's wounds and sores,

With maladies innumerable

In heart, head, breast, and reins;

But must secret passage find

To the inmost mind,

Their exercise all his fierce accidents,

And on her purest spirits prey,

As on entrails, joints, and limbs,

With answerable pains, but inore intense,

Though void of corporal sense.

My griefs not only pain me

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As a lingering disease,

But, finding no redress, ferment and rage;

Nor less than wounds immedicable

Rankle, and fester, and gangrene,

To black mortification.

Thoughts, my tormenters, arm'd with deadly stings,

Mangle my apprehensive tenderest parts,

Exasperate, exulcerate, and raise

Dire inflammation, which no cooling herb
Or medicínal liquour can asswage,

Nor breath of vernal air from snowy Alp,
Sleep hath forsook and given me o'er

To death's benumming opium as my only cure:
Thence faintings, swoonings of despair,

And sense of Heaven's desertion.

I was his nursling once, and choice delight, His destin'd from the womb,

Promis'd by heavenly message twice descending. Under his special eye

Abstemious I grew up, and thriv'd amain;

He led me on to mightiest deeds,
Above the nerve of mortal arm,

Against the uncircumcis'd, our enemies :
But now has cast me off as never known,
And to those cruel enemies,

Whom I by his appointment had provok'd,
Left me all helpless with the irreparable loss
Of sight, reserv'd alive to be repeated
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.
Chorus. Many are the sayings of the wise,
In ancient and in modern books inroll'd,
Extolling patience as the truest fortitude;
And to the bearing well of all calamities,

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