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 His errand on the wicked, who surpris'd Lose thir defence distracted and amaz'd.
 * But patience is more oft the exercise

Of Saints, the trial of thir fortitude, Making them each his own Deliverer, And Victor over all That tyrannie or fortune can inflict, Either of these is in thy lot, Samson, with might endu'd Above the Sons of men; but sight bereav'd May chance to number thee with those Whom Patience finally must crown. This Idols day hath bin to thee no day of rest,
 * Labouring thy mind

More then the working day thy hands, And yet perhaps more trouble is behind. For I descry this way Some other tending, in his hand A Scepter or quaint staff he bears, Rh