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 My Son now Captive, hither hath inform'd Your younger feet, while mine cast back with age Came lagging after; say if he be here.
 * Chor.As signal now in low dejected state,

As earst in highest, behold him where he lies.
 * Man.O miserable change! is this the man,

That invincible Samson, far renown'd, The dread of Israel's foes, who with a strength Equivalent to Angels walk'd thir streets, None offering fight; who single combatant Duell'd thir Armies rank't in proud array, Himself an Army, now unequal match To save himself against a coward arm'd At one spears length. O ever failing trust In mortal strength! and oh what not in man Deceivable and vain! Nay what thing good Pray'd for, but often proves our woe, our bane? I pray'd for Children, and thought barrenness In wedlock a reproach; I gain'd a Son, Rh