145 Or grov'ling soil'd their crested helmets in the dust. Thy bondage or lost sight, Prison within prison Inseparably dark? Thou art become, O worst imprisonment! The dungeon of thyself; thy soul, Which men enjoying sight oft without cause com Imprison'd now indeed, In real darkness of the body dwells, Shut up from outward light, Puts forth no visual beam. O mirror of our fickle state, [plain, By how much from the top of wondrous glory, 147 gates of Azza] Beaumont's Psyche, c. v. st. 71. • With statelier might his brawnie shoulders bare Did Gaza's gates up Hebron's mountains wear.' 165 Strongest of mortal men, For him I reckon not in high estate, Whom long descent of birth 170 Or the sphere of fortune raises : Universally crown'd with highest praises. 175 SAMS. I hear the sound of words, their sense the Dissolves unjointed ere it reach my ear. [air CHOR. He speaks, let us draw nigh. Matchless The glory late of Israel, now the grief, [in might, We come, thy friends and neighbours not unknown, From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale, To visit or bewail thee, or, if better, Counsel or consolation we may bring, Salve to thy sores: apt words have power to swage The tumours of a troubled mind, And are as balm to fester'd wounds. 185 179 glory] Fletcher's Pisc. Eclogues, 1633, p. 27. 'his glory late, but now his shame.' Todd. 184 Salve to thy sores] This is one of the most common expressions in old English poetry. See Southwell's Mæonia, p. 21. Park's note to Heliconia, Part 1, p. 186. Billingsley's Divine Raptures, p. 67. Smith's Chloris, 1597. Byrd's Psalms, p. 11. Lydgate's Troy, p. 220. Gascoigne's Works, p. 14. 177.230.247. Beaumont's Psyche, c. xiii. st. 225; and Ellis's Specimens, ii. p. 15. 184 apt words] Æsch. Prom. Vinct. ver. 377. Hor. Epist. i. i. 34. Sunt verba et voces, quibus hunc lenire dolorem Thyer and Newton. 190 SAMS. Your coming, friends, revives me, for I Now of my own experience, not by talk, [learn How counterfeit a coin they are who friends Bear in their superscription, of the most I would be understood; in prosperous days They swarm, but in adverse withdraw their head, Not to be found, though sought. Ye see, O friends, How many evils have inclos'd me round; Yet that which was the worst now least afflicts me, Blindness, for had I sight, confus'd with shame, How could I once look up, or heave the head, Who, like a foolish pilot, have shipwreck'd My vessel trusted to me from above, Gloriously rigg'd; and for a word, a tear, Fool, have divulged the secret gift of God To a deceitful woman? tell me, friends, Am I not sung and proverb'd for a fool In every street? do they not say, how well Are come upon him his deserts? yet why? Immeasurable strength they might behold In me, of wisdom nothing more than mean; This with the other should, at least, have pair'd, These two proportion'd ill drove me transverse. 200 205 CHOR. Tax not divine disposal: wisest men 210 Have err'd, and by bad women been deceiv'd; And shall again, pretend they ne'er so wise. Deject not then so overmuch thyself, Who hast of sorrow thy full load besides; Yet, truth to say, I oft have heard men wonder 215 Why thou shouldst wed Philistian women rather 220 225 Than of thine own tribe fairer, or as fair, CHOR. In seeking just occasion to provoke 240 SAMS. That fault I take not on me, but transfer On Israel's governors, and heads of tribes, Who, seeing those great acts which God had done Singly by me against their conquerors, Acknowledg'd not, or not at all consider'd Deliverance offer'd. I on the other side 245 Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds, [doer; threads 255 260 Touch'd with the flame. On their whole host I flew 253 Etham] Judges xv. 8. Newton. 270 |