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Samson, quoth she, the world my see
Thou was't a judge that prov'd unjust.
Those precious gists which God gave thee,
Thou lost by thy licentious lust.
From Delilah thy wicked wife,
Thy secrets chief could not contain
She daily fought to take thy life,
Thou lost thy lock and then was slain,
Though thou wast strong it was in vain;
Haunting with harlots here and there,
Then Samson turned back again,
And with the wife would mell nae mair,
Then said king David knock nae mair,
We are all troubled with your cry.
David, said she, how cam'st thou there
Thou might'st bide out as well as I:
Thy deeds no ways thou canst deny,
Is not thy sin far worse than mine,
Who with Uriah's wife did lie,
And cause him to be murder'd syne.
Then Judith said, Who's there that knocks
And to our neighbours gives these notes?
Madam, she said, let be your mocks,
I am not heare for cutting throats;
I am a sinner full of blots,
Yet through Christ's blood I shall be cleanː
If you and I be judg'd by votes,
The thing you did was worse than mine,
Then said the sapient Solomon,
Thou art a sinner all man say,
There our Saviour I suppone,

Thee heavenly entrance with deny