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A most excellent and famous ditty of Sampson iudge of Israel how hee wedded Philistines daughter, who at length forsooke him: also how hee slew a lyon, and propounded a riddle, and after how hee was falsely betrayed by Dalila, and of his death. To the tune of the Spanish pauin.
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STC 21689; ESTC S103466
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A most excellent and famous Ditty of Sampson Iudge of Israel how hee wedded Philistines Daughter who at length forsooke him also how hee slew a Lyon and propounded a Riddle and after how hee was falsely betrayed by Dalila and of his death To the tune of the Spanish pauin VVHen Sampson was a tall yong man His power and strength increased than And in the host and Tribe of Dan the Lord did blesse him still It chanced so vâ—on a day As he was walking on his way He saw a Maiden fresh and gay in Tiâ—nah With whom he fell so sore in loue That he his fancy couldnot moue His Parents therefore he did proue and craued their good wills I haue found out a wife quoth he I pray you Father giue her me Though she a strangers daughter be I passe not Then did bespeake his Parents deere Haue we not many Maydens here Of Countrey and acquaintance neere for thee to loue and like O no quoth Sampson presently Not one so pleasant in mine eye Whom I could find so faithfully to fancy At length they granted their consent And so with Sampson foorth they went To see the Mayd was their intent which was so faire and bright But as they were a going there A Lyon put them in great feare Whom Sompson presently did teare in peeces When they were come vnto the place They were agreed in the case The wedding day appoynted was and when the time was come As Sampson went for beauties fées The Lyons carkasse there he sees Wherein a sort of honny bees had swarmed Then closely Sampson went his way And not a word thereof did say Vntill the merry feasting day vnto the Company A Riddle I will shew quoth he The meaning if you tell to me Within seauen dayes I will giue yée great riches But if the meaning you doe misse And cannot shew me what it is Then shall you giue to me I wisse so much as I haue said Put foorth the Riddle then quoth they And wee will tell it by our day Or we will lose as thou dost say the wager Then make quoth hee the totall summer Out of the eater meate did come And from the strong did sweetnesse runne declare it if you can And when they heard the Riddle told Their hearts wichin them waxed cold For none of them could then vnfold the meaning Then vnto Sampsons wife went they And theatned her with delay If she would not the the thing bewray to burne her Fathers house Then Sampsons wife with griefe and woe Desired him the same to show And when she knew she straight did goe to tell them Then were they all full glad of this To tell the thing they did not misse What stronger beast then Lyon is What sweeter meat then honny The Sampson answered them full round If my Hayfar had not ploughed the grouÌ„d So easily you had not found my Riddle Then Sampson did his losses pay And to his father went his way But wisht with them he there did stay his wife forsooke him quite And tooke another to her Loue Which Sampsons anger much did moue To plague them therefore he did proue his cunning A subtill sight he then had found To burne their corne vpon the ground Their Vineyards he destroyed round which made them fret and fume But when they knew that Sampson he Had done them all this iniury Because his wife did him deny they killed her And afterward they had decreed To murther Sampson for that deed Three thousand men they sent with speede to bring him bound to them But he did breake his cords apace And with the Iaw-bone of an Asse A thousand men ere he did passe he killed When all his foes were laid in dust Then Sampson was full sore athirst In God therefore was all his trust to helpe his fainting heart For liquor thereabout was none The Lord therefore from the Iaw-bone Did make fresh water spring alone to helpe him Then Sampson had a ioyfull spright And in a Citty lay that nigh Whereas his foes with deadly spight did seeke his life to spill But he at midnight then awakes And tearing downe the Citty gates With him away the same he takes most stoutly Then on Dalila faire and bright Did Sampson set his whole delight Whom he did loue both day and night which wrought his ouerthrow For she with sweete words did intreat That for her sake he would repeat Wherein his strength that was so great consisted At length vnto his water fall And through her suite which was not 〈◊〉 He did not let to shew her all the secrets of his heart If that my hayre be cut quoth he Which now so faire and long you see Likes other men then shall I be in weckenesse Then through deceit which was so deepe She lulled Sampson fast asleepe A man shee cald which she did keepe to cut off all his hayre Then did she call his hatefull foes Ere Sampson from her lap arose Who could not theÌ„ withstand their blow for weakenesse To binde him fast they did deuise Then did they put out both his eyes In prison woefully he lyes and there he grinds the Mill. But God remembred all his paine And did restore his strength againe Although that bound he did remaine in prison The Philistines now were glad of this For ioy they made a feast I wisse And all their Princes did not misse to come vnto the same And being merry bene that day For Sampson they did send stratghtway That they might laugh to see him play among them Then to house was Sampson led And when he had their fancies fed He plucke the house vpon their head and downe they tumbled all So that with griefe and deadly paine Three thousand persons chere was slame Thus Sampson then with all his traine was braiued FINIS Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke The wofull lamentation of Edward Smith a poore penitent prisoner in the Iayle of Bedford which he wrote a short time before his death To the tune of Daintie come thou to me I Am a Prisoner poore Opprest with miserie O Lord do thou restore that faith which wants in me In woe I waile and weep In griping grief I cry In dungeon darke and deep In fetters fast I lie Sighing I sit and moane My foule offences all My loathsome life is knowne which makes me liue in thrall Ned Smith I am the wight In prison that remaines Tormented day and night with bands and iron chaines My ioyes are turnd to nought My hopes are worne away My wickednesse hath wrought my downe-fall and decay Those gifts that God gaue me My wants for to supply Abused much I haue to please my fantasie My name I did deny In Baptisme giuen me That Sacrament whereby regenerate I should be No wit nor strength may serue The Law to satisfie For death I do deserue in right and equity For I offended haue Nobles of hie degree What fauour can I craue for life or liberty But hope of life is past My acts so hainous be And liberty is lost till death doe set me free All men both old and young Which are at liberty And heare my dolefull song example take by me Be true and trust in God Only theft and vice eschew Lest Gods most heauie rod correct your deeds untrue Would I had nere bin borne To do such wicked déeds Which makes me liue in scorne and shame that sore excéeds But that which passed is I cannot now recall My sinnes and my amisse O Lord forgiue them all Woe worth ill company Fie on that filthy crue Accurst the day may be that euer I them knew If life and death were set Before me for to chose Though I might pardon get my life first would I lose Then runne that wicked race And doe as I haue done Sweet Iesus giue me grace that life so lewd to shun Farewell my louing wife Who sought to turn my minde And make me mend my life thy words full true I finde Farewell my children all My tender Babes adue Let this your Fathers fall be warning good for you Deare wife and infants three Serue God remember this That you true subiects be though I haue done amisse Farewell my musick swéet And Cittorn siluer sound Mourning for me is méet my sinnes do so abound O Lord on bended knees And hands lift vp on hie Cast on me gracious eies with grace my wants supply Lay not unto my charge The thinges that I haue done Though I haue runne at large and plaid the vnthrift sonne Yet now I do repent And humbly come to thee My sinnes I do lament swéet Iesus comfort me O Lord I do Lament And onely ioy in thee To praise thée day and night for thou redeemedst me Lord saue our royall King Whose prisoner poore am I Prolong his daies on earth with fame and victory Against his Maiestie I haue offended sore Committing Felony and now I die therefore A dolefull death God knowes Which once I did defie Thus must I end my woes which I take patiently By thee O Sauiour swéet In heauen I hope to rest In ioy where I shal méet those soules whom thou hast blest Where we shall sing thy praise O God with voyce high When I shall end my dayes and liue eternally FINIS Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcock