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milton-samson-2225		milton-samson-2225			.txt	text/plain	14118	1250	87	Sam. I hear the sound of words, thir sense the air Tacit, was in thy power; true; and thou hear'st Thee Samson bound and blind into thir hands, Could have befall'n thee and thy Fathers house. Man. With cause this hope relieves thee, and these words E're I to thee, thou to thy self wast cruel. Thy key of strength and safety: thou wilt say, Take to thy wicked deed: which when thou seest Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day Thou oft shalt wish thy self at Gath to boast Har. Fair honour that thou dost thy God, in trusting Sam. No man with-holds thee, nothing from thy hand And hamper thee, as thou shalt come of force, Thou for thy Son art bent to lay out all; Thou in old age car'st how to nurse thy Son, A dreadful way thou took'st to thy revenge.	./cache/milton-samson-2225.txt	./txt/milton-samson-2225.txt