Why was my breeding ordered and prescribed 
As of a person separate to God,
Design'd for great exploits; if I must dye
Betray'd, Captived, and both my Eyes put out,
Made of my Enemies the scorn and gaze;
To grind in Brazen Fetters under task 
With this Heaven-gifted strength? Oh glorious strength
Put to the labour of a Beast, debased
Lower then bond-slave! Promise was that I
Should Israel from Palestinian yoke deliver;
Ask for this great Deliverer now, and find him 
Eyeless in Gaza at the Mill with slaves,
Himself in bonds under Palestinan yoke;
Yet stay, let me not rashly call in doubt
Divine Prediction; what if all foretold
Had been fulfill'd but through mine own default, 
Whom have I to complain of but my self?

John Milton

Samson Agonistes