Religion & morality > Wife of Beith

Good Aaron Pried, l know you well,
J The golden calf you may remember,
I Who made the people plagues to fee,
1 This is of you recorded ever :
Your Priefthood now is nothing worth,
Chrift is my only pried, and he,
My Lord, who will not keep me forth,
bo I’ll get in, in fpite of thee.
Up darted Samfon at the length,
1 Unto the gate apace came he,
To drive away the wife with ftrength
! But all in vain it would not be.
Samfon, quoth flip, the world may fee,
1 Thou waft a Judge who prov’d unjuft,
l Thofe gracious gifts which God gave thee
i Thou loft them by licentious luft.
S From Dalila thy wicked wife.
The fecrets chief couldft not refrain.
She daily fought to take thy life,
Thou loft thy locks and then was {lain,
, Tho’ thou waft'ftrong it was in vain,
|j Haunting with harlots here and there.
E Then Samfon turned back again,
i And with the wife would mell no mair.
Then faid King David, knock no more,
9 We are all troubled with your cry.
!; David, quoth fhe, how cam’ft thou the
. Thou might’ft bide out as well as 1:
! Thy deeds no ways thou can’ll deny,
Is not thy fin far worfe than mine,
i Who with Uriah’s wife did ly.
And caus’d him to be murder’d fyne?