O wherefore was my birth from Heav'n foretold 25 His god-like prefence, and from fome great act Why was my breeding order'd and prefcrib'd 30 Defign'd for great exploits; if I must die Betray'd, captiv'd, and both my eyes put out, 35 With this Heav'n-gifted ftrength? O glorious ftrength Put to the labor of a beast, debas'd Lower than bond-flave! Promife was that I Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him 40 Had been fulfill'd but through mine own default, 45 Who this high gift of strength committed to me, 50 But But what is ftrength without a double fhare 55 By weakest subtleties, not made to rule, But to fubferve where wisdom bears command! God, when he gave me strength, to show withal 60 65 Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd, Of man or worm; the vileft here excel me, Without all hope of day! 70 75 O firft O firft created Beam, and thou great Word, Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree ? And filent as the moon, When the deferts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light fo neceffary is to life, 85 90 And almoft life itself, if it be true That light is in the foul, She all in every part; why was the sight To fuch a tender ball as th' eye confin'd, So obvious and fo eafy to be quench'd ? 95 And not, as feeling, through all parts diffus'd, To live a life half dead, a living death, By privilege of death and burial From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs, 1050 But made hereby obnoxious more To all the miseries of life, Life in captivity Among inhuman foes. But who are these? for with joint pace I hear 110 At At my affliction, and perhaps t' infult, CHOR. This, this is he; foftly a while, him; O change beyond report, thought, or belief! As one past hope, abandon'd, And by himself given over ; In flavish habit, ill fitted weeds O'er-worn and foil'd; Or do my eyes mifreprefent? Can this be he, Irrefiftible Samfon? whom unarm'd 115 120 125 No ftrength of man, or fierceft wild beaft could withstand; Who tore the lion, as the lion tears the kid, Ran on imbattel'd armies clad in iron, 'And weaponless himself, Made arms ridiculous, useless the forgery Of brazen shield and spear, the hammer'd cuirass, Adamantean proof; But fafeft he who ftood aloof, When infupportably his foot advanc'd, In fcorn of their proud arms and warlike tools, 130 35 Spurn'd them to death by troops. The bold Afcalonite Fled from his lion ramp, old warriors turn'd Their plated backs under his heel; 140 Or grov❜ling foil'd their crested helmets in the duft. Then with what trivial weapon came to hand, The The jaw of a dead afs, his sword of bone, A thousand fore-fkins fell, the flower of Palestine, 145 Then by main force pull'd up, and on his shoulders bore The gates of Azza, poft, and maffy bar, Up to the hill by Hebron, feat of giants old, No journey of a fabbath-day, and loaded fo; Like whom the Gentiles feign to bear up Heaven. 150 Which fhall I first bewail, Thy bondage or lost sight, Prifon within prifon Infeparably dark? Thou art become (O worst imprisonment!) The dungeon of thyself; thy foul 155 (Which men enjoying fight oft without cause complain) 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 170 Whom long defcent of birth Or the fphere of fortune raises; But |