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When to their sports they turn'd. Immediately
support. He unsuspicious led him; which when Samson Felt in his arms, with head awhile inclin'd, And eyes
fast fixt he stood, as one who pray'd, Or some great matter in his mind revolv'd : At last with head erect thus cried aloud, Hitherto, lords, what your commands impos'd I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying, Not without wonder or delight beheld : Now of my own accord such other trial
I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater ;
CHOR. O dearly bought revenge, yet glorious!
1665 Of dire necessity, whose law in death conjoin'd Thee with thy slaughter'd foes in number more Than all thy life had slain before. [sublime, 1. SEMICHOR. While their hearts were jocund and Drunk with idolatry, drunk with wine, And fat regorg’d of bulls and goats, Chanting their idol, and preferring Before our living Dread who dwells
In Silo his bright sanctuary :
1685 And with blindness internal struck. 2. SEMICHOR. But he, though blind of sight, Despis’d and thought extinguish'd quite, With inward eyes illuminated, His fiery virtue rous'd
1090 From under ashes into sudden flame, And as an ev'ning dragon came, Assailant on the perched roosts And nests in order rang'd Of tame villatic fowl; but as an eagle 1695 His cloudless thunder bolted on their heads. So virtue given for lost, Depress'd, and overthrown, as seem'd, Like that self-begotten bird 1889 inward] H. More, Song of the Soul 1642. c. iii. st. 9.
"Our inward eyes that they be nothing bright.' 1395 villatic] Plin. lib. xxiii. sect. 17. Villaticas alites.'
In the Arabian woods imbost,
1705 And though her body die, her fame survives A secular bird ages of lives.
Man. Come, come, no time for lamentation now, Nor much more cause : Samson hath quit himself Like Samson, and heroically hath finish'd A life heroic, on his enemies Fully reveng'd, hath left them years of mourning, And lamentation to the sons of Caphtor Through all Philistian bounds. To Israel Honour hath left and freedom, let but them 1715 Find courage to lay hold on this occasion, To himself and father's house eternal fame; And, which is best and happiest yet, all this With God not parted from him, as was fear'd, But favouring and assisting to the end. Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble. Let us go find the body where it lies
1700 imbost] Sandy's Psalms, p. 65. • Lord ! as the hart innbost with heat.' Quarles's Emblems, p. 290, "imbost doth fly. Marino's Slaugh. of the Innocents, p. 61. Whiting's Albino and Bellama, p. 107.
Soak'd in his enemies' blood, and from the stream
CHOR. All is best, though we oft doubt, 1745
1733 Home] See Par. Reg. iv. 638.
'Home to his mother's house private return'd.' 1740 high] Hawes's Past. of Pleasure, 1554. ch. xxxii.
Right high aduentures unto you shall fall.' Tod..