From under afhes into fudden flame, And as an evening dragon came, Affailant on the perched roofts, MAN. Come, come, no time for lamentation now, Nor much more caufe; Samson hath quit himself A life heroic, on his enemies 1710 Fully reveng'd, hath left them years of mourning, Through all Philiftian bounds, to Ifrael Honor hath left, and freedom, let but them 1715 1720 Nothing Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Sok'd in his enemies' blood, and from the stream Will fend for all my kindred, all my friends, With filent obfequy and funeral train 1725 1730 1735 Home to his father's houfe: there will I build him 1740 CHO. All is beft, though we oft doubt, 1745 What th' unfearchable difpofe Of highest wisdom brings about, Oft he feems to hide his face, VOL. III. 1750 And to his faithful champion hath in place Borne witness glorioufly; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to refift His uncontrolable intent; His fervants he with new acquist Of true experience from this great event 1755 END OF SAMSON AGONISTES. |