There exercise all his fierce accidents, As on entrails, joints and limbs With anfwerable pains, but more intense, My griefs not only pain me As a lingring disease, But finding no redress, ferment and rage, Nor less than wounds immedicable Rankle, and fefter, and gangreen, To black mortification. Thoughts my Tormenters arm'd with deadly ftings Mangle my apprehensive tendereft parts, Exafperate, exulcerate, and raife: Dire inflammation which no cooling herb To death's benumming Opium as my only cure, And fenfe of Heav'ns defertion... I was his nurfling once, and choice delight, His deftin'd from the womb, Pro Promis'd by Heav'nly meffage twice defcending. 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 uncircumcis'd, our enemies, Whom I by his appointment had provok'd, The close of all my miseries, and the balm. With study'd argument, and much perfuafion fought Lenient of grief and anxious thought, But to th' afflicted in his pangs their found Little prevails, or rather feems a tune, Harsh, and of diffonant mood from his complaint, Unless he feel within Some fource of confolation from above ; Secret refreshings, that repair his ftrength, God of our Fathers, what is man! That thou towards him with hand fo various, Or might I fay contrarious, Temper'ft thy providence through his fhort course, Not ev'nly, as thou rul❜st The Angelick orders and inferior creatures mute, Irrational and brute. Nor do I name of men the common rout, That wandring loose about, Grow up and perish, as the fummer flie, i And And peoples safety, which in part they effect: Amidst their height of noon, [gard Changest thy countenance, and thy hand with no re Of highest favours past From thee on them, or them to thee of service. Nor only doft degrade them, or remit To life obfcur'd, which were a fair difmiffion, But throw'ft them lower than thou didst exalt them Too grievous for the trefpafs or omiffion, Of Heathen and prophane, their Carcaffes [high, Or to th' unjust tribunals, under change of times, And condemnation of th❜ingateful multitude. If these they 'scape, perhaps in poverty With fickness and disease thou bow'ft them down, Painful diseases and deform'd, In crude old age: Though not difordinate, yet cauflefs fuff'ring Juft or unjust, alike seem miferable, For oft alike, both come to evil end. So deal not with this once thy glorious Champion, The Image of thy ftrength and mighty Minifter. What do I beg? how haft thou dealt already? Behold him in bis state calamitous, and turn His labours, for thou canft, to peaceful end. That fo bedeckt, ornate, and gay, Comes this way failing Like a stately Ship Of Tarfus, bound for th❜Ifles Of Javan or Gadier With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, Her harbinger, a damfel train behind Some rich Philiftian Matron fhe may feem, And now at nearer view, no other certain Than Dalila thy Wife. Samf. My Wife, my Trayt'refs, let her not come [near me. Chor. |