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12 Yea burried there where, you did die.

Then Aaron said, you whorish wife,

Go get you gone and rap no more;

With idols you have led your life,

Or then you shall repent it sore.

Good Aaron Priest, I know you well,

The golden calf you may remember,

Who made the people plagues to see,

This is of you recorded ever;

Your priesthood now is nothing worth,

Christ is my only priest and he

My Lord who will not keep me forth,

So I'll get in, in spite of thee

Up started Samson at the length,

Unto the gate apace came he,

To drive away the wife with's strength,

But all in vain it would not be.

Samson, says she, the world may see,

Thou wast a Judge who proved unjust,

Those gracious gifts which God gave thee,

Thou lost them by licentious lust.

From Dalila thy wicked wife,

The secrets chief couldst nor refrain,

She daily sought to take thy life,

Thou lost thy locks and then was slain,

Tho' thou wast strong it was in vain,

Haunting with harlots here and there.

Then turned back again,