Hopeless are all my evils, all remediless; This one prayer yet remains, might I be heard, The close of all my miseries, and the balm. CHORUS. Many are the sayings of the wise With studied argument, and much persuasion sought Lenient of grief3 and anxious thought: But with the afflicted in his pangs their sound Little prevails, or rather seems a tune Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint; Unless he feel within Some source of consolation from above, Secret refreshings, that repair his strength, And fainting spirits uphold. God of our fathers! what is man, That thou towards him with hand so various, Or might I say contrarious, Temperest thy providence through his short course, The angelic orders and inferior creatures mute, Irrational and brute. Nor do I name of men the common rout, That wandering loose about Grow up and perish, as the summer fly, Heads without name no more remembered, To some great work, thy glory, And people's safety, which in part they effect: Amidst their height of noon, Changest thy countenance, and thy hand with no regard Of highest favours past From thee on them, or them to thee of service. Nor only dost degrade them, or remit 1 Are written. 2 Is soft. 3 Capable of assuaging grief. + People. To life obscured, which were a fair dismission, But throw'st them lower than thou didst exalt them high, Unseemly falls in human eye, Too grievous for the trespass or omission; Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword Of heathen and profane, their carcases To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captived; Or to the unjust tribunals, under change of times,1 With sickness and disease thou bow'st them down, In crude3 old age; Though not disordinate, yet causeless suffering For oft alike both come to evil end. So deal not with this once thy glorious champion, But who is this? what thing of sea or land? That so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire,4 With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, Her harbinger, a damsel train behind; 1 Here no doubt Milton reflected upon the trials and sufferings of his party after the Restoration; and probably he might have in mind particularly the case of Sir Harry Vane, whom he has so highly celebrated in one of his sonnets.-Newton. 2 This was Milton's own case. 3 Premature. 4 Cadiz. On this comparison, see Warburton's note on Shakspeare, Merry Wives, iii. 8. And now, at nearer view, no other certain SAMSON. My wife, my traitress! let her not come near me. CHORUS. Yet on she moves, now stands and eyes thee fixed, About to have spoke, but now, with head declined Like a fair flower surcharged with dew, she weeps, And words addressed seem into tears dissolved, Wetting the borders of her silken veil : But now again she makes address to speak. DALILA. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution My penance hath not slackened, though my pardon To lighten what thou sufferest, and appease SAMSON. Out, out, hyena! these are thy wonted arts, Her husband, how far urged his patience bears, |