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 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 Prieshood 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 strength But all in vain it would not be. Samson, quoth she, the world may see, Thou wast a Judge who prov'd unjust, Those gracious gifts which God gave thee, Thou lost their by licentious lust. From Dalila thy wicked wife, The secrets chief couldst not refrain, She daily fought 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 Samson turned back again, And with the wife would mell no mair. Then said King David, knock no more, We are all troubled with your cry. David, quoth she, how cam'st thou there, Thou might'st bide out as well as I: Thy deeds no ways thou can'st deny, Is not thy sin far worse than mine, Who with Uriah's wife did ly, And caus'd him to be murder'd syne?