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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50931	Paradise regain'd a poem in IV books : to which is added Samson Agonistes / the author John Milton.	Milton, John, 1608-1674.; Milton, John, 1608-1674. Samson Agonistes.	1671 (1671)	Wing M2152; ESTC R299	60,088	218

fiery rod I drank from the clear milkie juice allaying Thirst and refresht nor envy'd them the grape Whose heads that turbulent liquor fills with fumes Chor. O madness to think use of strongest wines And strongest drinks our chief support of health When God with these forbid'n made choice to rear His mighty Champion strong above compare Whose drink was only from the liquid brook Sam. But what avail'd this temperance not compleat Against another object more enticing What boots it at one gate to make defence And at another to let in the foe Effeminatly vanquish't by which means Now blind disheartn'd sham'd dishonour'd quell'd To what can I be useful wherein serve My Nation and the work from Heav'n impos'd But to sit idle on the houshold hearth A burdenous drone to visitants a gaze Or pitied object thefe redundant locks Robustious to no purpofe clustring down Vain monument of strength till length of years And sedentary numness craze my limbs To a contemptible old age obscure Here rather let me drudge and earn my bread Till vermin or the draff of servil food Consume me and oft-invocated death Hast'n the welcom end of all my pains Man Wilt thou then serve the Philistines with that gift Which was expresly giv'n thee to annoy them Better at home lie bed-rid not only idle Inglorious unimploy'd with age out-worn But God who caus'd a fountain at thy prayer From the dry ground to spring thy thirst to allay After the brunt of battel can as easie Cause light again within thy eies to spring Wherewith to serve him better then thou hast And I perswade me so why else this strength Miraculous yet remaining in those locks His might continues in thee not for naught Nor shall his wondrous gifts be frustrate thus Sam. All otherwise to me my thoughts portend That these 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 In all her functions weary of her self My race of glory run and race of shame And I shall shortly be with them that rest Man Believe not these suggestions which proceed From anguish of the mind and humours black That mingle with thy fancy I however Must not omit a Fathers timely care To prosecute the means of thy deliverance By ransom or how else mean while be calm And healing words from these thy friends admit Sam. O that torment should not be confin'd To the bodies wounds and sores With maladies innumerable In heart head brest and reins But must secret passage find To th' inmost mind There exercise all his fierce accidents And on her purest spirits prey As on entrails joints and limbs With answerable pains but more intense Though void of corporal sense My grief 's not only pain me As a lingring disease But finding no redress ferment and rage Nor less then wounds immedicable Ranckle and fester and gangrene To black mortification Thoughts my Tormenters arm'd with deadly stings Mangle my apprehensive tenderest parts Exasperate exulcerate and raise Dire inflammation which no cooling herb Or medcinal liquor can asswage Nor breath of Vernal Air from snowy Alp. Sleep hath forsook and giv'n me o're To deaths benumming Opium as my only cure Thence faintings swounings of despair And sense of Heav'ns desertion I was his nurssing once and choice delight His destin'd from the womb Promisd by Heavenly message twice descending Under his special eie Abstemious I grew up and thriv'd amain He led me on to mightiest deeds Above the nerve of mortal arm Against the uncircumcis'd our enemies 〈◊〉 hath cast me off as never known 〈◊〉 those cruel enemies Whom I by his appointment had provok't Left me all helpless with th' irreparable loss Of sight reserv'd alive to be repeated The subject of thir cruelty or scorn Nor am I in the list of them that hope Hopeless are all my evils all remediless This one prayer yet remains might I be heard No long petition speedy death The close of all my miseries and the balm Chor. Many are the sayings of the wise In antient and in modern books enroll'd Extolling Patience as the truest fortitude And to the bearing well of all calamities All chances incident to mans frail life Consolatories writ With studied argument and much perswasion sought Lenient of grief and anxious thought But with ' afflicted in his pangs thir sound Little prevails or rather seems a tune Harsh and of dissonant mood from his complaint Unless he feel within Some sourse 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 Temperst thy providence through his short course Not evenly as thou rul'st The Angelic orders and inferiour creatures mute Irrational 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 rememberd But such as thou hast solemnly elected With gifts and graces eminently adorn'd To some great work thy glory And peoples safety which in part they effect Yet toward these thus dignifi'd thou oft Amidst thir highth 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 But throw'st them lower then thou didst exalt them high Unseemly falls in human eie Too grievous for the trespass or omission Oft leav'st them to the hostile sword Of Heathen and prophane thir carkasses To dogs and fowls a prey or else captiv'd Or to the unjust tribunals under change of times And condemnation of the ingrateful multitude If these they scape perhaps in poverty With sickness and disease thou bow'st them down Painful diseases and deform'd In crude old age Though not disordinate yet causless suffring The punishment of dissolute days in fine Just or unjust alike seem miserable For oft alike both come to evil end 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 Behold him in this state calamitous and turn His labours for thou canst to peaceful end But who is this what thing of Sea or Land Femal of sex it seems That so bedeckt ornate and gay Comes this way sailing Like a stately Strip Of Tarsus bound for th' Isles Of Javan or Gadier With all her bravery on and tackle trim Sails fill'd and streamers waving Courted by all the winds that hold them play An Amber sent of odorous perfume Her harbinger a damsel train behind Some rich Philistian Matron she may seem And now at nearer view no other certain Then Dalila thy wife Sam. My Wife my Traytress let her not come near me Cho.

yet not for that a Crown Golden in shew is but a wreath of thorns Brings dangers troubles cares and sleepless nights To him who wears the Regal Diadem When on his shoulders each mans burden lies For therein stands the office of a King His Honour Vertue Merit and chief Praise That for the Publick all this weight he bears Yet he who reigns within himself and rules Passions Desires and Fears is more a King Which every wise and vertuous man attains And who attains not ill aspires to rule Cities of men or head-strong Multitudes Subject himself to Anarchy within Or lawless passions in him which he serves But to guide Nations in the way of truth By saving Doctrine and from errour lead To know and knowing worship God aright Is yet more Kingly this attracts the Soul Governs the inner man the nobler part That other o're the body only reigns And oft by force which to a generous mind So reigning can be no sincere delight Besides to give a Kingdom hath been thought Greater and nobler done and to lay down Far more magnanimous then to assume Riches are needless then both for themselves And for thy reason why they should be sought To gain a Scepter oftest better miss't The End of the Second Book PARADISE REGAIN'D The Third BOOK SO spake the Son of God and Satan stood A while as mute confounded what to say What to reply confuted and convinc't Of his weak arguing and fallacious drift At length collecting all his Serpent wiles With soothing words renew'd him thus accosts I see thou know'st what is of use to know What best to say canst say to do canst do Thy actions to thy words accord thy words To thy large heart give utterance due thy heart Conteins of good wise just the perfect shape Should Kings and Nations from thy mouth consult Thy Counsel would be as the Oracle Urim and Thummim those oraculous gems On Aaron's breast or tongue of Seers old Infallible or wert thou sought to deeds That might requireth ' array of war thy skill Of conduct would be such that all the world Could not sustain thy Prowess or subsist In battel though against thy few in arms These God-like Vertues wherefore dost thou hide Affecting private life or more obscure In savage Wilderness wherefore deprive All Earth her wonder at thy acts thy self The fame and glory glory the reward That sole excites to high attempts the flame Of most erected Spirits most temper'd pure Aetherial who all pleasures else despise All treasures and all gain esteem as dross And dignities and powers all but the highest Thy years are ripe and over-ripe the Son Of Macedonian Philip had e're these Won Asia and the Throne of Cyrus held At his dispose young Scipio had brought down The Carthaginian pride young Pompey quell'd The Pontic King and in triumph had rode Yet years and to ripe years judgment mature Quench not the thirst of glory but augment Great Julius whom now all the world admires The more he grew in years the more inflam'd With glory wept that he had liv'd so long Inglorious but thou yet art not too late To whom our Saviour calmly thus reply'd Thou neither dost perswade me to seek wealth For Empires sake nor Empire to affect For glories sake by all thy argument For what is glory but the blaze of fame The peoples praise if always praise unmixt And what the people but a herd confus'd A miscellaneous rabble who extol praise Things vulgar well weigh'd scarce worth the They praise and they admire they know not what And know not whom but as one leads the other And what delight to be by such extoll'd To live upon thir tongues and be thir talk Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise His lot who dares be singularly good Th' intelligent among them and the wise Are few and glory scarce of few is rais'd This is true glory and renown when God Looking on the Earth with approbation marks The just man and divulges him through Heaven To all his Angels who with true applause Recount his praises thus he did to Job When to extend his fame through Heaven Earth As thou to thy reproach mayst well remember He ask'd thee hast thou seen my servant Job Famous he was in Heaven on Earth less known Where glory is false glory attributed To things not glorious men not worthy of fame They err who count it glorious to subdue By Conquest far and wide to over-run Large Countries and in field great Battels win Great Cities by assault what do these Worthies But rob and spoil burn flaughter and enslave Peaceable Nations neighbouring or remote Made Captive yet deserving freedom more Then those thir Conquerours who leave behind Nothing but ruin wheresoe're they rove And all the flourishing works of peace destroy Then swell with pride and must be titl'd Gods Great Benefactors of mankind Deliverers Worship't with Temple Priest and Sacrifice One is the Son of Jove of Mars the other Till Conquerour Death discover them scarce men Rowling in brutish vices and deform'd Violent or shameful death thir due reward But if there be in glory aught of good It may by means far different be attain'd Without ambition war or violence By deeds of peace by wisdom eminent By patience temperance I mention still Him whom thy wrongs with Saintly patience born Made famous in a Land and times obscure Who names not now with honour patient Job Poor Socrates who next more memorable By what he taught and suffer'd for so doing For truths sake suffering death unjust lives now Equal in fame to proudest Conquerours Yet if for fame and glory aught be done Aught suffer'd if young African for fame His wasted Country freed from Pun●● rage The deed becomes unprais'd the ma● 〈◊〉 least And loses though but verbal his 〈◊〉 Shall I seek glory then as vain me● 〈◊〉 Oft not deserv'd I seek not mine 〈◊〉 Who sent me and thereby witness whence I am To whom the Tempter murmuring thus reply'd Think not so slight of glory therein least Resembling thy great Father he seeks glory And for his glory all things made all things Orders and governs nor content in Heaven By all his Angels glorifi'd requires Glory from men from all men good or bad Wise or unwise no difference no exemption Above all Sacrifice or hallow'd gift Glory he requires and glory he receives Promiscuous from all Nations Jew or Greek Or Barbarous nor exception hath declar'd From us his foes pronounc't glory he exacts To whom our Saviour fervently reply'd And reason since his word all things produc'd Though chiefly not for glory as prime end But to shew forth his goodness and impart His good communicable to every soul Freely of whom what could he less expect Then glory and benediction that is thanks The slightest easiest readiest recompence From them who could return him nothing else And not returning that would likeliest render Contempt instead dishonour obloquy Hard recompence unsutable