Nor breath of vernal air from snowy Alp. To death's benumbing opium as my only cure: 650 Thence faintings, swoonings of despair, And sense of heav'n's desertion. I was his nursling once, and choice delight, His destin'd from the womb, Promis'd by heavenly message twice descending: 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 uncircumcised, our enemies : Whom I by his appointment had provok'd, The close of all my miseries, and the balm. CHOR. Many are the sayings of the wise, 640 645 650 655 With studied argument, and much persuasion Lenient of grief and anxious thought: [sought, But with th' afflicted in his pangs their sound 660 Little prevails, or rather seems a tune Harsh and of dissonant mood from his complaint; Unless we feel within Some source of consolation from above, Secret refreshings, that repair his strength, God of our fathers, what is man! That thou towards him with hand so various, 665 669 Temper'st thy providence through this short course, Th' angelic orders and inferior creatures mute, Nor do I name of men the common rout, Grow up and perish, as the summer fly, And people's safety, which in part they effect: 669 contrarious] Chaucer, Leg. of Dido, 435. 676 Todd. summer fly] Hen. VI. P. iii., act ii. sc. vi. The common people swarm like summer flies. Todd. 675 680 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 To life obscur'd, which were a fair dismission, 685 But throw'st them lower than thou didst exalt them high, Unseemly falls in human eye, Too grievous for the trespass or omission; Of heathen and profane, their carcasses To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captív'd; 690 694 Or to the unjust tribunals, under change of times, With sickness and disease thou bow'st them down, In crude old age: Though not disordinate, yet causeless suff'ring The punishment of dissolute days: in fine, Just or unjust, alike seem miserable, For oft alike both come to evil end. 700 So deal not with this once thy glorious champion, The image of thy strength, and mighty minister. What do I beg? how hast thou dealt already? 694 dogs] Hom. Il. i. 4. Newton. 700 crude] Premature, coming before its time, funera' in Statius. Jortin. as 'Crud Behold him in this state calamitous, and turn That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, 710 who is this] 'Sed hic quis est, quem huc advenientem conspicor, Suam qui undantem chlamydem quassando facit ?' Plauti Epid. act. iii. sc. 3. 714 715 a stately ship] This passage may be well illustrated by a quotation from a Sermon called Wilkinson's 'Merchant Royall,' preached at the nuptials of the Lord Hay, in 1607, 4to. The text is from Proverbs, xxxi. 14. She is like a Merchants shippe, she bringeth her foode from afarre! "But of all qualities, a woman must not have one quality of a ship, and that is, too much rigging. Oh! what a wonder it is to see a ship under saile, with her tacklings and her masts, and her tops, and her top-gallants, with her upper deckes, and her nether deckes, and so bedeckt with her streamers, flags, and ensignes, and I know not what; yea, but a world of wonders it is to see a woman created in God's image, so miscreate oft times and deformed with her French, her Spanish, and her foolish fashions, that he that made her, when hee lookes upon her, shall hardlie know her, with her plumes, her fannes, and a silken vizard, with a ruffe like a saile, yea, a ruffe like a rainebow, with a feather in her cap, like a flag in her top, to tell, I think, which way the winde will blowe." P. 15. Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger, a damsel train behind; Some rich Philistian matron she may seem, 720 SAMS. My wife, my traitress! let her not come [thee fix'd, near me. CHOR. Yet on she moves, now stands and eyes About t' have spoke, but now, with head declin'd, Like a fair flow'r surcharg'd with dew, she weeps, And words address'd seem into tears dissolv'd, Wetting the borders of her silken veil : But now again she makes address to speak.. 730 DAL. With doubtful feet and wavering resolution I came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson, Which to have merited, without excuse, I cannot but acknowledge; yet if tears 735 My penance hath not slacken'd, though my pardon Once more thy face, and know of thy estate, 720 amber] Sylvester's Du Bartas (1621), p. 311. Soft carpet knights all senting musk and amber.' Todd. 728 Like] Virg. En. ix. 436. Hom. 11. viii. 306. 740 |