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In pow'r of others, never in my own;
eye confin'd, So obvious and so easy to be quench’d?
95 And not as feeling through all parts diffus’d, That she might look at will through every póre? Then had I not been thus exil'd from light, As in the land of darkness yet in light, To live a life half dead, a living death, And bury'd; but yet more miserable! Myself, my fepulchre, a moving grave, Bury'd, yet not exempt By privilege of death and burial From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs, 105
But made hereby obnoxious more
125 Irresistible Samson? whom unarm'd No strength of man, or fiercest wild beast could withWho tore the lion, as the lion tears the kid, (stand; 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, Chaly bean temper'd steel, and frock of mail
(nite Their plated backs under his heel;
140 Or grov'ling foil'd their crested helmets in the dust. Then with what trivial weapon came to hand, The jaw of his dead ass, his sword of bone, A thousand fore-skins fell, the flow'r of Palestine, In Ramath-lechi famous to this day.
145 Then by main force pulld up, and on his shoulders The gates of Azza, poft, and massy bar, (bore Up to the hill by Hebron, seat of giants old, No journey of a sabbath-day, and loaded so; Like whom the Gentiles feign to bear up Heaven. 150 Which shall I first bewail, Thy bondage or loft sight, Prison within prison Inseparably dark? Thou art become (0 worst imprisonment!) 155 The dungeon of thyself; thy soul (Which men enjoying light oft without cause comImprison'd now indeed,
plain) In real darkness of the body dwells, Shut up from outward light
160 T'incorporate with gloomy night;
For inward light alas
170 Whom long descent of birth Or the sphere of fortune raises; But thee whose strength, while virtue was her mate, Might have subdued the earth, Universally crown' with highest praises. 175
Sams. I hear the sound of words, their sense the air Dissolves unjointed ere it reach my ear.
Chor. He speaks,let us draw nigh.Matchlessin might, The glory late of Israel, now the grief; We come thy friends and neighbours not unknown From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale
181 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 tumors of a troubled mind,
185 And are as balm to fester'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 190
street? do they not say, how well
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 so wise. Deject not then so overmuch thyself, Who haft of sorrow thy full load besides; Yet truth to say, I oft have heard men wonder 215 Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather Than of thine own tribe fairer, or as fair,