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Till by their own perplexities involv'd
305 But never find self-satisfying solution.
As if they would confine th' Interminable,
He would not else who never wanted means, 315
320 Unclean, unchaste.
Down reason then, at least vain reasonings down,
But see here comes thy reverend sire
SAM. Ay me, another inward grief awak'd 330
Man. Brethren and men of Dan,for such ye seem, Though in this uncouth place; if old respect,
As I suppose, tow’ards your once glory'd friend,
335 Your younger feet, while mine cast back with age Came lagging after; say if he be here?
Chor. As signal now in low dejected state,
MAN. O miserable change! is this the man, 340
and sacred, glorious for a while,
Who tore the lion, as the lion tears the kid,
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 Ascalo
nite Fled from his lion ramp, old warriors turn’d Their plated backs under his heel;
140 Or grov'ling soil'd their crested helmets in the dust. Then with what trival weapon came to hand, The jaw of a dead ass, his sword of bone, A thousand fore-skins fell, the flower of Palastine, In Ramath-lechi famous to this day.
145 Then by main force pull'd up, and on his shoulders The gates of Azza, post, 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 Heav'n. Which shall I first bewail,
151 Thy bondage or lost sight, Prison wʻthin prison Inseparably dark? Thou art become (О worst imprisonment!) 155 The dungeon of thyself ; thy soul
[plain) (Which men enjoying sight oft without cause com
Imprison'd now indeed,
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 fall'n, For him I reckon not in high estate
70 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’d with highest praises. 175
SAM. I hear the sound of words, their sense the Dissolves unjointed ere it reach my ear.
CHOR. He speaks, let us draw nigh. Matchless The glory late of Israel, now the grief; [in might, 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 power to swage The tumors of a troubled mind,
185 And are as balm to fester'd wounds.
Sam. 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 I would be understood) in prosp'rous days They swarm, but in adverse withdraw their head, Not to be found, though sought. Ye see, O friends, How many evils have inclos'd me round; 194 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 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 In every street? do they not say, how well Are come upon him his deserts ? yet why? 205 Immeasurable strength they inight 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. 209
Chor. Tax not divine disposal ; wisest 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 hast of sorrow thy full load besides; Yet truth to say, I oft have heard men wonder 215