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To all the miferies of Life,
Life in captivity
Among inhuman foes.
But who are these? for with joint pace I hear
The tread of many feet steering this way ;
Perhaps my enemies who come to stare
At my affliction, and perhaps t'insult,
Their daily practice to afflict me more.

Chor. This, this is he; softly a while,
Let us not break in

upon

him;
O change beyond report;, thought or belief!
See how he lies at random, carelesly diffus'd,
With languish'd head unpropt,
And one past hope, abandon'd,
And by himself given over ;
In flavish habit, ill-fitted weeds
O'er-worn and soild ;
Or do my eyes misrepresent? Can this be he,
That Heroick, that Renown'd,
Irresistible Samson? whom unarmd

(withstand; No strength of man, or fiercest wild beast could Who tore the Lion, as the Lion tears the Kid, Ran on imbattľd Armies clad in Iron,

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And weaponless himself,
Made Arms ridiculous, useless the forgery
Of brazen Shield and Spear, the hammer'd Cuirass;
Chaly bean temper'd steel, and frock of mail
Adamantean Proof ;
But safest he who stood aloof,
When insupportably his foot advanc’d,
In scorn of their proud arms and warlike tools,
Spurn’d them to death by Troops. The bold Ascalo-
Fled from his Lion ramp, old Warriors turn'd [nite
Their plated backs under his heel;
Orgrov'ling soild their crested helmets in the dust.
Then with what trivial weapon came to hand,
The Jaw of a dead Ass, his sword of bone,
A thousand fore-skins fell, the flow'r of Palestin
In Ramath-lechi famous to this day:: Wir
Then by main force pull'dup,and on hisshoulders bore
The Gates of Azza, Post, and mallie Bar
Up to the Hill by Hebron, seat of Giants old,
No journey of a Sabbath-day, and loaded fo;
Like whom the Gentiles,feign to bear up Heay'n.
Which shall I first bewail, indi
Thy Bondage or loft Şight, as

Prison

Prison within Prison
Inseparably dark?
Thou art become (О worst imprisonment!)
The Dungeon of thy felf; thy Soul

[plain'd) (Which Men enjoying sight oft without cause comImprison'd now indeed; In real darknefs of the body dwells, Shut

up

from outward light T'incorporate with gloomy night ; For inward light alas Puts forth no visual beam. O mirror of our fickle state, Since man on earth unparalleld? The rarer thy example stands, By how much from the top of wond'rous glory, Strongest of mortal men, To lowest pitch of abject fortune thou art fallin. For him I reckon not in high estate Whom long descent of birth Or the sphear of fortune raises; But thee whose strength, while virtue was her mates Might have fubdu'd the Earth, Universally crown'd with highest praises.

Sams.

Sams. I here the sound of words, their sense the air Diffolves unjointed e'er it reach my ear.

Chor. Hespake, let us draw nigh.Matchless in mights The glory late of Israel, now the grief, We come thy friends and neighbours not unknown From Eshtaol and Zora's frụitful Vale To visit or bewail thee, or if better, Counsel or consolation we may bring, Salve to thy Sores, apt words have pow'r to swage The tumours of a troubl'd mind, And are as Balm to felter'd wounds.

Sams. Your coming, Friends, revives me, for I learn Now of my own experience, not by talk, How counterfeit a coin they are who friends Bear in their Superscription (of the most I would be understood) in prosp'rous days They swarm, but in adverse withdraw their head Not to be found, though sought. Ye fee, O friends, How many evils have enclos'd me round; Yet that which was the worst now least afflicts me, Blindness, for had I sight, confus'd with shame, How could I once look up, or heave the head, Who like a foolish Pilot have shipwreck'd

My

1!

My Vessel trusted to me from above,
Gloriously rigg’d; and for a word, a tears
Fool, haye divulg'd the secret gift of God
To a deceitful Woman; tell

me, Friends,
Am I not fung and proverb’d for a Fool
In ev'ry street, do they not say, how well
Are come upon him his deserts? yet why?
Immeasurable strength they might behold
In me, of wisdom nothing more than mean;
This with the other should, at least, have pair'd,
These two proportion'd ill drove me transverse.

Chor. Tax not divine disposal: wiseft Men
Have err'd, and by bad Women been deceiv'd;
And shall again, pretend they ne'er fo-wise.
Deject not then so overmuch thy felf,
Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides;
Yet truth to say, I oft have heard men wonder
Why thou shouldst wed Philistian Woman rather
Than of thine own Tribe fairer, or as fair,
At least of thy own Nation, and as noble.

Sams. The first I saw at Timna, and the pleas'd
Me, not my Parents, that I sought to wed,
The daughter of an Infidel; they knew not

That

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