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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 calm,
And healing words from these thy friends admit.

Sams. 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 th' inmost mind,
There exercise all his fierce accidents,
And on her purest spirits prey,
As on entrails, joints, and limbs,
With answerable pains, but more intense, 615
Though void of corporal sense.

My griefs not only pain me
As a ling'ring disease,
But, finding no redress, ferment and rage,
Nor less than wounds immedicable
Rankle, and fester, and gangrene,
To black mortification.

[stings,
Thoughts my tormentors, arm'd with deadly
Mangle my apprehensive tenderest parts,
Exasperate, exulcerate, and raise
Dire inflammation, which no cooling herb,
Or medicinal liquor can asswage,
605 healing] Eurip. Hippol. v. 478.
Εισιν δ' επωδαι, και λόγοι θελκτήριοι.

* Todd 627 Medicinal] Milton always spells this word · Medcinal.'

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Nor breath of vernal air from snowy Alp.
Sleep hath forsook and given me o'er
To death's benumbing opium as my only cure : 63
Thence faintings, swoonings of despair,
And sense of heav'n'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 uncircumcised, our enemies :
But now hath cast me off as never known,
And to those cruel enemies,
Whom I by his appointment had provok’d,
Left me all helpless with th' irreparable loss
Of sight, reserv'd alive to be repeated
The subject of their cruelty and 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,

650 The close of all my miseries, and the balm.

Chor. Many are the sayings of the wise,
In ancient and in modern books enrolld,
Extolling patience as the truest fortitude;
And to the bearing well of all calamities,
All chances incident to man's frail life,
Consolatories writ

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With studied argument, and much persuasion
Lenient of grief and anxious thought: (sought,
But with th' afflicted in his pangs their sound 660
Little prevails, or rather seems a tune
Harsh and of dissonant mood from his complaint;
Unless he feel within
Some source of consolation from above,
Secret refreshings, that repair his strength,
And fainting spirits uphold.

God of our fathers, what is man!
That thou towards him with hand so various,
Or might I say contrarious,
Temper'st thy providence through his short course,
Not ev'nly, as thou rul'st
Th' angelic orders and inferior creatures mute,
Irrational and brute.
Nor do I name of men the common rout,
That wand'ring loose about

675 Grow up and perish, as the summer fly, Heads without names no more remember'd, But such as thou hast solemnly elected, With gifts and graces eminently adorn'd To some great work, thy glory, And people's safety, which in part they effect : Yet toward these thus dignified, thou oft

619 contrarious] Chaucer, Leg. of Dido, 435.
• Sens that the goddess ben contrarious to me.'

Todd. summer fly] Hen. VI. P. iii., act ii. sc. vi. • The common people swarm like summer flies.' Todd.

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Amidst their height of noon,
Changest thy countenance, and thy hand with no

regard
Of highest favours past
From thee on them, or them to thee of service.

Nor only dost degrade them, or remit To life obscur’d, which were a fair dismission, But throw'st them lower than thou didst exalt them

high, Unseemly falls in human eye,

090 Too grievous for the trespass of omission ; Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword Of heathen and profane, their carcasses To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captív'd ; 64 Or to the unjust tribunals, under change of times, And condemnation of the ingrateful multitude. If these they scape, perhaps in poverty With sickness and disease thou bow'st them down, Painful diseases and deform’d, In crude old age: Though not disordinate, yet causeless suff'ring The punishment of dissolute days: in fine, Just or unjust, alike seem miserable, For oft alike both come to evil end.

So deal not with this once thy glorious champion, The image of thy strength, and mighty minister. What do I beg ? how hast thou dealt already!

64 dogs) Hom. Il. i. 4. Newton.

700 crude] Premature, coming before its time, as • Cruda funera' in Statius. Jortin.

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Behold him in this state calamitous, and turn
His labours, for thou canst, to peaceful end.

But who is this? what thing of sea or land ? 710
Female of sex it seems,
That so bedeck’d, ornate, and gay,
Comes this way sailing
Like a stately ship
Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles
Of Javan or Gadire,
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
Sails fill'd, and streamers waving,

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710 who is this] * Sed hic quis est, quem huc advenientem conspicor, . Suam qui undantem chlamydem quassando facit ?'

Plauti Epid. act. iii. sc. 3. 714 a stately ship] This passage may be well illustrated by a quotation from a Sermon called Wilkinson's Merchant Royall,' preached at the nuptials of the Lord Hay, in 1607 4to. The text is from Proverbs, xxxi, 14. She is like a Merchants shippe, she bringeth her foode from afarre! “ But of all qualities, a woman must not have one quality of a ship, and that is, too much rigging. Oh! what a wonder it is to see a ship under saile, with her tacklings and her masts, and her tops, and her top-gallants, with her upper deckes, and her nether deckes, and so bedeckt with her streamers, flags, and ensignes, and I know not what; yea, but a world of wonders it is to see a woman created in God's image, so miscreate oft times and deformed with her French, her Spanish, and her foolish fashions, that he that made her, when hee lookes upon her, shall hardlie know her, with her plumes, her fannes, and a silken vizard, with a ruffe like a saile, yea, a ruffe like a rainebow, with a feather in her cap, like a flag in her top, to tell, I think, which way the winde will blowe.”, p. 15.

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