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 heroickly hath finish'd
A life Heroick, on his Enemies
Fully reveng'd, hath left them years of mourning,
And lamentation to the Sons of Chaptör
Through all Philistian bounds. To Ifrael
Honour hath left, and freedom, let but them
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 weaknefs, no contempt,
Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair,
And what may quiet us in a death fo. noble.

find the body where it lies
Sok'd in his enemies blood, and from the stream
With lavers pure and cleansing herbs walh off
The clodded gore. I with what speed the while

VI

(Gaza

Let us go

(Gaza is not in plight to say us nay)
Will send for all my kindred, all my friends
To fetch him hence and solemnly attend
With silent obsequie and funeral train.
Home to his Father's house: there will I build him
A Monument, and plant it round with shade
Of Laurel ever green, and branching Palm, na iniis
With all his Trophies hung, and Acts enrollid
In copious Legend, or sweet Lyrick Song.
Thither shall all the valiant youth resort,
And from his memory inflame their breasts
To matchless valour, and adventutes high:
The Virgins also shall on feaftful days
Visit his Tomb with flowers, only bewailing
His lot unfortunate in nuptial choice,
From whence captivity and loss of eyes.

Chor. All is best, though we oft doubt,
What th’unsearchable dispose
Of highest wisdom brings about,
And ever beft found in the close.
Oft he seems to hide his face,
But unexpectedly returns
And to his faithful Champion hath in place

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Bore

Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns
And all that band them to refift.
His uncontrollable intent,
His servant he with new acquist
Of true experience from this great event
With peace and confolation hath dismist,
And calm of mind all passion fpont.

The END

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POEMS

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Several Occasions.

Compos’d at several times.

BY

Mr. JOHN MILTO N.

The Fourth Edition.

LONDON, Printed for Jacob Tonfon, within Grays-Inn

Gate next Grays-Inn Lane. 1707.