This is to say, the princes every one; And eke three thousand bodies were there slain With falling of the great temple of stone. Of Sampson now will I no morë sayn; Beware by this example old and plain, That no man tell his counsel to his wife Of such thing as he would have secret fain, If that it touch his limbës or his life.

Of Hercules the sov’reign conqueroúr Singë his workës’ land and high renown; For in his time of strength he bare the flow’r. He slew and reft the skin of the lioún He of the Centaurs laid the boast adown; He Harpies 4065 slew, the cruel birdës fell; He golden apples reft from the dragón He drew out Cerberus the hound of hell.