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Samſon, quoth ſhe, the world may ſee,
Thou waſt a judge who prov'd unjuſt,
Thoſe gracious gifts which God gave thee,
Thou loſt by tly licentious luſt.
From Dalila, thy wicked wife,
Thy ſecrets chief could'ſt not refrain,
She daily ſought to take thy life,
Thou loſt thy locks and then waſt ſlain,
Tho' 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, quoth ſhe, how cam'ſt thou there,
Thou might'ſt bide out as well as I:
Thy deeds no ways thou can'ſt deny,
Is not thy ſin far worſe than mine?
Who with Uriah's wife did ly,
And caus'd him to be murder'd ſyne.

Then Judith ſaid, Who's there that knocks,
And to our neighbours gives theſe notes?

Madam, ſaid ſhe, let be your mocks,
I came not here for cutting throats:
I am a ſinner full of blots,
Yet through Chriſt's blood I ſhall be clean:
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 men ſay,
Therefore our Saviour I ſuppone,
Thee heavenly entrance will deny.