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’s strength,
But all in vain it would not be.
Samson, says she, the world may see,
Thou wast a Judge who proved unjust,
Those gracious gifts which God gave thee,
Thou lost them by licentious lust.