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Samson Agonistes
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To all the miseries of life,
Life in captivity
Among inhuman foes.110
But who are these? for with joint pace I hear
The tread of many feet stearing this way;
Perhaps my enemies who come to stare
At my affliction, and perhaps to insult,
Thir daily practice to afflict me more.
Chor.This, this is he; softly a while,
Let us not break in upon him;
O change beyond report, thought, or belief!
See how he lies at random, carelessly diffus'd,
With languish't head unpropt,120
As one past hope, abandon'd,
And by himself given over;
In slavish habit, ill-fitted weeds
O're worn and soil'd;
Or do my eyes misrepresent? Can this be hee,
That Heroic, that Renown'd,
Irre-
