530 Of Acts indeed heroick, far beyond 535 540 Chor. Defire of wine and all delicious drinks, 345 Sams. Where-ever fountain or fresh current flow'd Against the Eastern ray, translucent, pure, With touch ethereal of Heav'ns fiery rod, I drank; from the clear milky juice allaying 550 'Thirit, and refresht; nor envy'd them the grape, Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes. Chor. O madness, to think use of Atrongest wines And strongest drinks our chief support of tealth, When God with these forbidd'n made choice to rear His mighty Champion, strong above compare ; Whose drink was only from the liquid brook ! 556 Sam, But what avail'd this temp'rance, not compleat Againit another object more enticing ? What boots it at one gate to make defence, 560 And at another to let in the Foe, 565 57 And sedentary numbnefs craze my limbs, To a contemptible old Age obscure. Here rather let me drudge and earn my bready Till vermin or the draff of servile food Consume me, and oft invocated death 575 Haften the welcome end of all my pains. 586 8 Man. Wilt thou then serve Philistians with that gift Which was expressly giv’n thee to annoy them? Better at home lie bed-rid, not only idle, Inglorious, unemploy'd, with age out-worn. But God, who caus'd a Fountain at thy Pray's: From the dry ground to spring, thy thirst t'allay After the brunt of Battel, can as easie Cause light again within thy eyes to spring, Wherewith to serve him better than thou haft: 585 And I persuade me fo; why else this strength Mirac'ious yet remaining in those locks ? His might continues in thee not for nought, Nor-Shall his wondrous gifts be frustrate thus. Saml. All otherwise to me my thoughts portend ; 590 That ihese dark Orbs no more shall treat with light, Nor th' other light of life continue long, But yield to double darkness nigh at hand ; So much I feel my genial Spirits droop, My hopes all flat, Nature within me seems 595 In all her functions weary of her self; My race of Glory run, and race of Shame, Man. Believe not these fuggestions, which proceed Sams. O that torment should not be confin'd 610 615 My griefs not only pain me, 620 And 625 And sense of Heav'ns defertion. I was his nursling once, and choice delight, 640 1630 The close of all my miseries, and the balm, .. 645 Chør. Many are the Sayings of the Wise pangs their sound : 660 675 God of our Fathers! what is man! That thou towards him with hand so various, Or might I say contrarious, Temper'ít thy providence through his short course, 670 Not ev'nly, as thou rul'It Th’Angelick orders and inferior creatures mute, Irrat onal and brute! Nor do I name of men the common rout, "That wandring loose about, Grow up and perish, as the summer flie. Heads without name no more remembred; B.it such as thou haft solemnly el cted, With gifts and graces eminently adorn'd, To some great work, thy glory, 680 And peoples safety, which in part they effect : Yet toward these thus dignify'd, thou oft Amidst their height of noon, Changest thy countenance, and thy hand with no regard Of higheft favours past 685 From thee on th em, or them to thee of service. Nor only doft degrade them, or remit To life obfcurd, which were a fair dismission, But throw'st them lower than thou didit exalt them high;; Unseemly falls. In human eye, 690 Too grievous for the trespass or omission ; Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword Of heathen and prophane, their cacalles To dogs and fowls a prey, or else captiv'd; Or to th' unjust tribunals under change of times, And condemnation of th' ingrateful multitude. If these they 'scape, perhaps in poverty With fickness and disease thou bow'il them down, Painful diseases and deform’d, In crude old age : 7.00 Though not disordinate, yet caufeless suff'ring The punishment of diffolute days; in fine, Just or unjust, alike seem miserable, For 695 |