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Stansby for Thomas Dewe , and are to bee sold at his shoppe in Saint Dunstanes Church-yard . 1625. SIONS ELEGIES . Wept BY JEREMIE THE PROPHET : And Periphras'd by FRA. QVARLES . THOV SHALT LABOR FOR PEACE PLENTIE LONDON . Printed by W. Stansby for Thomas Dewe , and are to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunstanes Church-yard . 1624. TO THE GREAT EXAMPLE OF HONOVR , WORTH , AND PIETIE , WILLIAM , Earle of Pembroke . WHen Time had brought this Embrion to the light , It wept , it cryde , and oft it deeply sight ; I ask'd my Muse the cause ; Shee made no other Reply , then this , Shee 's like the Muse , her mother ; I ask'd her name ; Shee said , Melpominé , I ask'd a Patrone , and shee named Thee . To Thee , the Darling of my child-bed Muse , I here preferre those long deuoted dues , I owe to Honor ; with a truer heart None e're presented , though with greater Art : My Muse , perswades me , though her Infant cry , You 'll pardon't , when you reade the reason , why . TO THE READER . IF the ruines of Troy , Rome , Thebes , or Carthage haue been thought a subject , worthy the imployment of more serious Pennes , to entayle the remembrance thereof to Posteritie , how much more worthy the paines of a liuelyer Pen then mine , is this ancient , most true , and neuer enough to be lamented desolation , and captiuitie of Ierusalem , Ierusalem , the holy Citie of God , Ierusalem , the type of the Catholike Church ? After eighteene moneths siege in the eleuenth yeere of Zedekiah , the ninth day of the fourth moneth , ( which was the eighteenth yeere of Nebucadonozor ouer Babylon ) the Princes of Babylon surprized and tooke this braue Citie of Ierusalem : presently after which , Nebuzaradan the Generall of the Babylonian Armie commanded by Nebucadonozor ) spoyled the Temple , carried away the Vessels of gold and siluer , that were consecrated to Gods seruice , and the great Lauar giuen by King Salomon , and burned the Temple , the first day of the next moneth , which was one and twentie dayes after the surprizall : 470. yeeres sixe moneths , and ten dayes after the foundation thereof ; 1062. yeeres , sixe moneths , ten dayes after the departure of the people out of Egypt ; 1950. yeeres , sixe moneths , ten dayes after the Deluge ; and 3513. yeeres , sixe moneths , ten dayes after the Creation of Adam . Thus , and then , was this Citie of Ierusalem taken , and for seuentie yeeres , remayned the Iewes in this Captiuitie : And this , in briefe , is the generall occasion why , and the time when these Lamentations were composed . Reader , I tender to thy consideration , two things ; First , the Pen-man : secondly , the Art and Methode of this Threnodia . As for the first , It was penn'd by Ieremie the Prophet , the sonne of Hilkiah a Priest ; and vndoubtedly endighted by the Spirit of God ; some thinke it was written , when the Prophe : was in prison ; others , when hee was with Godoliah at Maspath : but whither at the one place or at the other , it is not much materiall to discourse . Secondly , as touching the Art and Methode , it is short and concise , as being most naturall to so lamentable a subject : Cicero sayes , Lamentationes debent esse concisae , & breues , quia cito lachryma exarescit , & difficile est , auditores autlectores , in illo affectu summae commiserationis , diu tenere . The Methode is truly elegious , not bound to any ordinarie set forme , but wildly depending vpon the sudden subject , that new griefes present ; and indeed the deepest sorrowes can not be , but distracted from all rules of methode , the neglect of which , is veniall in such ejulations as these , as which , in all the Scriptures , there is none so copious , none so ardent , concerning which Gregorie Nazianzene confesses , Threnos Ieremiae nunquam à se siccis oculis lectos esse . Yet some think there is a methode kept , but too fine and intricate , for our grosse apprehensions ; touching this point , Saint Ambrose lib. 8. Epist . ad Iust . sayes , Demus , cas secundum artem non scripsisse , at certè secundum gratiam scripsisse fatendum est , quae omn em artem longe supera● , and with this I rest . You shall obserue , that the foure first Chapters of these Lamentations carry a strict order , in the Originall , for euery Verse throughout euery Chapter begins with a seuerall letter of the Hebrew Alphabet , except the third Chapter , wherein the first and euery third Verse onely is tyed to a Letter , and continues the Alphabet through , which forme the Prophet vsed , partly for Eloquence , partly for Memorie sake , meaning either literally thus , that it ought to be perfect as the Alphabet , in Memorie , or Hieroglyphically thus , that as the Alphabet is the Radix of all wordes , so the miseries of the Iewes , were the combination of all miseries . For the same Causes , I likewise here in my Periphrase , haue obserued the same forme , and continue the Alphabet , in English , as the Prophet did in Hebrew , desirous to be his shaddow , as much as I can . It appeares by the strictnesse of the order , that these Lamentations were Originally writ in Verse , and as some thinke , in Sapphicks , but many of our learned Neotericks denie , that any writings of the Iewes carry , now , any direct , or certaine Lawes of Poesie , though ( they confesse ) some ruinous Accents , here and there discouered , makes them imagin , they writ some things in verse , but now , it seemes that God in dispersing them , hath likewise dissolued , and strucke dumbe their musicke . Farewell . ELEG . 2. BEhold ! her eyes , those glorious eyes , that were Like two faire Sunnes , in one celestiall Sphaere , Whose radiant beames did , once , reflect so bright , Are now eclipsed , and haue lost their light , And seeme like Ilands , about which , appeares A troubled Ocean , with a Tide of teares ; Her seruant Cities , that were once , at hand , And bow'd their seruile necks , to her command , Stand all aloofe , as strangers to her mone , And giue her leaue , to spend her teares alone ; Her Neighbours flatter , with a false reliefe , And with a kisse , betray her , to her griefe . ELEG . 3. COmpast around , with Seas of briny teares , Iudah laments , distraught with double feares ; Euen as the fearfull Partridge , to excuse her From the fierce Gos-hawke , that too close pursues her , Falls in a Couert , and her selfe doth couer , From her vnequall Foe , that sits aboue her , Meanewhile , the treason of the quick Retriuers , Discouers nouell dangers , and deliuers Her to a second feare , whose double fright Findes safetie , nor in staying , nor in flight ; Euen so , is Iudah vext , with change of woes , Betwixt her home-bred , and her forrein Foes . ELEG . 4. DId not these sacred Cawsies , that are leading To Sion , late , seeme pau'd , with often treading ? Now secret Dens , for lurking Theeues to meet , Vnprest , vnlesse with sacrilegious feet ; Sion , the Temple of the highest GOD , Stands desolate , her holy steps vntrod ; Her Altars are defac'd , her Virgin fires Surcease , and with a stinke , her snuffe expires ; Her Priests haue chang'd their Hymns to sighes & cries , Her Virgins weepe forth Riuers from their eyes : O Sion , thou that wert the Childe of mirth , Art now the scorne , and By-word of the Earth . ELEG 5. ENcreas'd in power , and high Cheuisaunce Of armes , thy Tyrant foemen doe aduaunce Their craftie crests ; He , he that was thy father , And crownd thee , once , with blessings , now doth gather His troops to worke thy end ; Him , who aduanc't thee To be Earths Queene , thy sins haue bent against thee : Strange spectacle of Griefe ! Thy tender frie , Whom childhood taught no language , but their crie , T' expresse their infant griefe , these , wretched these , By force of childish teares , could not appease The ruthlesse Sword , which , deafe to all their cryes , Did driue them Captiues , from their mothers eyes . ELEG . 6. FAire Virgin Sion , where ( ah ) where are those Pure cheekes , wherein , the Lilly , and the Rose , So much contended , lately , for the place , Till both compounded , in thy glorious face ? How hast thou blear'd , those sun-bright eyes , of thine , Those beames , the royall Magazens of diuine And sacred Majestie , from whose pure light , The purblind worldlings , did receiue their sight , Thy fearfull Princes , leaue their fencelesse Towers , And flie like Harts , before their swift pursuers , Like light-foot Harts they flie , not knowing , where , Prickt on with Famin , and distracted Feare . ELEG : 7. GAll'd with her griefe , Ierusalem recalls To minde , her lost delights , her Festiualls , Her peacefull freedome , and full joyes , in vaine Wishing , what Earth cannot restore againe ; Succour shee sought , and begg'd , but none was there , To giue the Almes , of one poore trickling teare , The scornfull lips , of her amazed Foes , Deride the griefe , of her disastrous woes ; They laugh , and lay more ample torments on her , Disdaine to looke , and yet they gaze vpon her , Abuse her Altars , hate her Offerings , Prophane her Sabbaths , and her holy Things ELEG . 8. HAdst thou ( Ierusalem ) ô , had thy heart Beene loyall to his loue , whose once thou wert , O , had the beames of thy vnvailed eye , Continu'd pure ; had'st thou beene nice , to trie New pleasures , thus thy Glorie ne're had wasted , Thy Walls , till now , like thy Reproach , had lasted . Thy Louers , whose false beauties did entice thee , Haue seene thee naked , and doe now despise thee , Drunke with thy wanton pleasures , they are fled , And scorne the bountie , of thy loathed bed ; Left to thy guilt ( the seruant of thy sin ) Thou sham'st to show , what once , thou gloriedst in . ELEG . 9. IErusalem is all infected ouer With leprosie , whose filth , no shade can couer , Puft vp with pride , vnmindfull of her end , See , how shee lyes , deuoid of helpe , or friend . Great Lord of Lords ( whose Mercy farre transcends Thy sacred Iustice ) whose full Hand attends The cryes of emptle Rauens , bow downe thine eares , To wretched Sion , Sion drown'd in teares ; Thy Hand did plant her ( Lord ) shee is thy Vine , Confound her Foes , they are her foes , and thine : Shew wonted fauour , to thy holy Hill , Rebuild her walls , and loue thy Sion still . ELEG . 10. KNees , falsly bent to Dagon , now defile Her wasted Temple , rudely they dispoile Th' abused Altars , and no hand releeues ; Her House of prayer is turn'd a Den of theeues , Her costly Robes , her sacred treasure stands , A willing prey to sacrilegious hands , Her Priests are slaine , and in a lukewarme flood , Through euery Channell runnes the Leuits blood ; The hallowed Temple of the highest GOD , Whose purer Foot-steps , were not to be trod With vnprepared feet , before her eye Is turn'd a Groue , for base Idolatrie . ELEG . 11 LIngring with Death and Famin , Iudah groanes , And to the Aire , breathes forth her ayrie moanes , Her fainting Eyes waxe dimme , her Cheeks grow pale , Her wandring steps despaire to speede , and faile , Shee faints , and through her trembling lips ( halfe dead ) Shee whispers oft the holy name of Bread : Great GOD , let thy offended wrath surcease , Behold thy seruants , send thy seruants peace , Behold thy vassalls , groueling on the dust ; Be mercifull ( deare GOD ) as well as just ; 'T is thou , 't is thou alone , that sent this griefe , 'T is thou , 't is thou alone , can send reliefe . ELEG . 12. MY tongu's in labour with her painfull birth , That findes no passage ; Lord , how strange a dearth Of wordes , concomitates a world of woes ! I neither can conceale , nor yet disclose : You weary Pilgrims , you , whom change of Clymes Haue taught the change of Fortunes , and of Times , Stay , stay your feeble steps , and cast your Eyes On me , the Abstract of all miseries . Say ( Pilgrims ) say , if e're your eyes beheld More truer Iliades ; more vnparalleld , And matelesse Euills , which my offended GOD Reulcerates , with his enraged Rod. ELEG . 13. NO humane power could , no enuious Art Of mortall man , could thus subiect my heart , My glowing heart , to these imperious fires : No earthly sorrow , but at length expires ; But these my Tyrant-torments doe extend To Infinites , nor hauing ease , nor end ; Lo , I the Pris'ner of the highest GOD , Inthralled to the vengeance of his Rod , Lie bound in fetters , that I cannot flie , Nor yet endure his deadly strokes , nor die : My ioyes are turn'd to sorrowes , backt with feares , And I ( poore I ) lie pickled vp in teares . ELEG . 14. O! How vnsufferable is the waight Of sinne ! How miserable is their state , The silence of whose secret sinne conceales The smart , till Iustice to Reuenge appeales ! How ponderous are my Crimes , whose ample scroule , Weighs downe the pillars of my broken Soule ! Their sower , masqu'd with sweetnesse , ouerswai'd me , And with their smiling kisses , they betrai'd me , Betrai'd me to my Foes , and what is worse , Betrai'd me to my selfe , and heauens curse , Betrai'd my soule , to an eternall griefe , Deuoid of hope , for e're to finde reliefe . ELEG .. 15. PErplext with change of woes , where e're I turne My fainting eyes , they finde fresh cause , to mourne ; My griefes mooue like the Planets , which appeare Chang'd from their places , constant to their Sphaere ; Behold , the Earth-confounding arme of heauen , Hath cow'd my valiant Captaines , and hath driuen Their scattered forces vp and downe the street , Like worried sheepe , afraid of all they meet ; My yonger men , the seede of propagation , Exile hath driuen from my diuided Nation ; My tender Virgins haue not seap'd their rage , Which neither had respect to youth , nor age . ELEG . 16. QVick change of Torments ! equall to those crimes , Which past vnthought-of , in my prosp'rous times ; From hence proceede my griefes , ( ah me ) from hence , My spring-tyde sorrowes haue their influence ; For these , my soule dissolues , my eyes lament , Spending those teares , whose store will ne're be spent ; For these , my fainting spirits droope , and melt In anguish , such as neuer Mortall felt ; Within the selfe-same flames , I freeze , and frie , I roare for helpe , and yet no helpe is nigh ; My sonnes are lost , whose fortunes should relieue me , And onely such triumph , that hourely grieue me . ELEG . 17. REnt from the glorie of her lost renowne , Sion laments ; Her lips ( her lips o'reflowne With floods of teares ) shee prompteth how to breake New languages , instructs her tongue to speake Elegious Dialects ; Shee lowly bends Her dustie knees vpon the earth , extends Her brawnelesse armes to them , whose ruthlesse eyes Are red , with laughing at her miseries ; Naked shee lyes , deform'd , and circumvented With troopes of feares , vnpitied , vnlamented , A loathsome draine for filth , despis'd forlorne ; The scorne of Nations , and the Childe of scorne . ELEG . 18. SOwre wages issue from the sweets of sin . Heauens hand is just , this treacherous heart hath bin The author of my woes : 'T is I alone ; My sorrowes reape , what my foule sinnes haue sowne ; Often they cry'd to Heauen , e're Heauen replyde , And Vengeance ne're had come , had they ne're cryde ; All you that passe , vouchsafe your gracious eares , To heare these cryes , your eyes , to view these teares ; They are no heat-drops of an angrie heart , Or childish passions of an idle smart , But they are Riuers , springing from an Eye , Whose streames , no ioy can stop , no griefe draw drye . ELEG . 19. TVrne where I list , new cause of woe , presents My poore distracted soule with new laments ; Where shall I turne ? Shall I implore my friends ? Ah! summer friendship , with the summer ends ; In vaine to them my groanes , in vaine my teares , For haruest friends , can finde no winter eares ; Or shall I call my sacred Priests for aid ; Alas ! my pined Priests are all betraid To Death , and Famin ; in the streits they cryde For bread , and whilst they sought for bread , they dyde : Vengeance could neuer strike so hard a blowe , As when shee sends an vnlamented woe . ELEG . 20. VOuchsafe ( great GOD ) to turne thy tender eyes On me , poore wretch : ô , let my mid-night cryes , ( That neuer cease , if neuer stopt with teares ) Procure audience from thy gracious eares ; Behold thy creature , made by change of griefe The barest wretch , that euer begg'd reliefe ; See , see , my soule is tortur'd on thy racke , My bowells tremble , and my heart-strings crack ; Abroad , the sword with open ruine frights me ; At home , the secret hand of Famin smights me ; Strange fires of griefe ! How is my soule opprest , That findes abroad , no peace ; at home , no rest ! ELEG . 21. WHere , where art thou , ô sacred Lambe of peace , That promis'd to the heauie laden , ease ? Thee , thee alone , my often bended knee Inuokes , that haue no other helpe , but Thee ; My foes ( amazed at my hoarse complayning ) Scoffe at my oft repeated cryes , disdayning To lend their prosp'rous hand , they hisse and smile , Taking a pleasure to behold my spoile ; Their hands delight to bruze my broken reeds , And still persist , to prick that heart , that bleeds ; But ther 's a Day ( if Prophets can diuine ) Shall scourge their sinnes , as they haue scourged mine . ELEG . 22. YOu noysome Weedes , that lift your Crests so high , When better Plants , for want of moisture , die , Thinke you to flourish euer ? and ( vnspide ) To shoot the flowers of your fruitlesse pride ? If Plants be lopt , because their fruits are small , Thinke you to thriue , that beare no fruit at all ? Looke downe ( great GOD ) and from their places , teare These weeds , that suck the juyce , should make vs beare ; Vndew'd with showers , let them see no Sunne , But feele those frosts , that thy poore Plants haue done . O , clense thy Garden , that the World may knowe , We are the Seedes , that thy right Hand did sowe . SIONS ELEGIES . Threnodia II. ELEG . 1. ALas ! my torments , my distracted feares , Haue no commerce with reasonable teares ; How hath heauens absence darkned the renowne Of Sions glorie ! with one angrie frowne , How hath th' Almightie clouded those bright beames , And chang'd her beauties streamers , into streames ! Sion , the glorie of whose refulgent Fame , Gaue Earnest of an euerlasting name , Is now become an indigested Masse , And ruine is , where that braue glorie was ; How hath Heauen struck her earth-admired name , From th' height of honour , to the depth of shame ! ELEG . 2. BEautie , nor strength of building , could entice , Or force Reuenge from her iust enterprise ; Mercy hath stopt her eares , and Iustice hath Powr'd out full vialls , of her kindled wrath ; Impatient of delay , shee hath struck downe The pride of Sion , kickt off Iuda's Crowne , Her streets vnpeopled , and disperc'd her powres , And with the ground hath leuell'd her high towres , Her Priests are slaine , her captiu'd Princes are Vnransom'd pris'ners ; Slaues , her men of warre ; Nothing remaynes of all her wonted glorie , But sad Memorialls of her tragick storie . ELEG . 3. COnfused horror , and confounded shame , Hath blurr'd the beautie , and renowned name Of righteous Israel ; Israels fruitfull Land , Entail'd by Heauen , with the vsurping hand Of vncontrolled Gentiles , is laid waste , And with the spoile of ruine is defac't ; The angrie mouth of Iustice blowes the fires Of hastie Vengeance , whose quick flame aspires , With furie , to that place , which Heauen did seuer , For Iacob , and his holy Seede , for euer ; No part , no secret Angle of the Land , Which beares no marke of Heauens enraged hand . ELEG . 4. DArts , thrill'd from heauen , transfixe my bleeding hart , And fill my soule with euerlasting smart , Whose festring wound , no fortune can recure ; Th' Almightie strikes but seldome , but strikes sure ; His sinowy arme hath drawne his steely bowe , And sent his forked shafts , to ouerthrowe My pined Princes , and to ruinate The weakned Pillars , of my wounded state ; His hand hath scourg'd my deare delights , acquited My soule , of all , where in my soule delighted ; I am the Mirrour of vnmasqued sin , To see her ( dearely purchas'd ) pleasures in . ELEG . 5. EVen as the Pilot , whose sharpe Keele diuides Th' encountring waues , of the Cicilian Tides , Tost on the lists of Death , striuing to scape The danger of deepe mouth'd Carybdis rape , Rebutts on Scylla , with a forc'd careere , And wrecks vpon a lesse suspected feare ; Euen so poore I , contriuing to withstand My Foemans , fall into th' Almighties hand ; So I , the Childe of ruine , to auoyd Lesse dangers , by a greater am destroyd : How necessarie , Ah! How sharp's his end , That neither hath his GOD , nor Man , to friend ! ELEG . 6. FOrgotten Sion hangs her drooping head , Vpon her fainting brest ; Her soule is fed With endlesse griefe , whose torments had depriu'd her Long since , of life , had not new paines reviu'd her ; Sion is like a Garden , whose defence Being broke , is left to the rude violence Of wastefull Swine , full of neglected waste , Nor hauing flowre for smell ; nor herbe for taste ; Heauen takes no pleasure in her holy Feasts , Her idle sabbaths , or burnt fat of beasts ; Both State , and Temple are despoil'd and fleec't Of all their beautie ; without Prince , or Priest . ELEG : 7. GLorie , that once did Heauens bright Temple fill , Is now departed from that sacred Hill ; See , how the emptie Altar stands disguiz'd , Abus'd by Gentiles , and by Heauen despiz'd ; That place , wherein the holy One hath taken So sweet delight , lyes loathed , and forsaken ; That sacred place , wherein the pretious Name Of great Iehouah was preseru'd , the same Is turn'd a Den for Theeues ; an open stage , For Vice , to act on ; a defiled Cage Of vncleane birds ; a house of priuiledge For sinne , and vncontrolled sacriledge . ELEG . 8. HEauen hath decreed ; his angrie breast doth boile , His time 's expir'd , and he is arm'd to spoile ; His secret Will adjourn'd the righteous doome Of threatned Sion , and her time is come ; His hand is arm'd with thunder , from his eyes , A flame more quick , then sulphrous Aetna , flyes ; Sion must fall ; That hand , which hath begun , Can neuer rest , till the full worke be dun ; Her walls are sunke , her Towres are ouerthrowne , Heauen will not leaue a stone vpon a stone ; Hence , hence the flouds of roaring Iudah rise , Hence Sion fills the Cisterns of her eyes . ELEG . 9. IOy is departed from the holy Gates Of deare Ierusalem , and peace retraits From wasted Sion ; her high walls , that were An armed proofe , against the brunt of feare , Are shrunke , for shame , if not withdrawne , for pitie , To see the ruines , of so braue a Citie ; Her Kings , and out-law'd Princes liue constrain'd , Howrely to heare the name of Heauen profan'd ; Manners and Lawes , the life of gouernment , Are sent into eternall banishment ; Her Prophets cease to dreame ; they vow , vnheard ; They howle to Heauen , but Heauen giues no regard . ELEG . 10. KIng , Priest , and People , all alike are clad , In weedes of Sack-cloth , taken from the sad Wardrobe of sorrow ; prostrate on the earth , They close their lips , their lips estrang'd to mirth ; Silent they sit , for dearth of speech , affords A sharper Accent , for true griefe , then words ; The Father wants a Sonne ; the Sonne , a Mother ; The Bride , her Groome ; the Brother wants his Brother ; Some , Famin ; Exile , some ; and some , the Sword Hath slaine ; All want , when Sion wants her Lord : How art thou All in all ! Ther 's nothing scant ( Great GOD ) with thee ; without thee , all things want . ELEG . 11. LAunch forth , my soule , into a Sea of teares , Whose ballac'd bulke , no other Pilot steares , Then raging sorrow , whose vncertaine hand , Wanting her Compasse , strikes on euery sand ; Driuen with a storme of sighes , shee seekes the Hauen Of rest , but like to Noahs wandring Rauen , Shee scowres the Mayne , and , as a Sea-lost Rouer , Shee roames , but can no land of peace , discouer : Mine eyes are faint with teares ; Teares haue no end ; The more are spent , the more remayne to spend : What Marble ( ah ) what Adamantine eye , Can looke on Sions ruine , and not crye ? ELEG . 12. MY tongue ? The tongues of Angels , are too faint , T' expresse the causes of my just complaint ; See , how the pale-fac'd sucklings roare for food , And from their milklesse mothers brests , draw blood , Children surcease their serious toyes , and plead With trickling teares , Ah mothers , giue vs bread ; Such goodly Barnes , and not one graine of corne , Why did the Sword escape's ? why were we borne To be deuour'd , and pin'd with famin ? saue vs With quick reliefe , or take the liues , you gaue vs ; They cryde for bread , that scarce had breath to crye ; And wanting meanes to liue , found meanes to dye . ELEG . 13. NEuer , ah ! neuer yet , did vengeance brand A State , with deeper ruine , then thy Land , Deare Sion ; How could mischiefe beene more keene , Or struck thy glorie , with a sharper spleene ? Whereto ( Ierusalem ) to what shall I Compare this thy vnequall'd miserie ? Turne back to ages past ; Search deepe Records : Theirs are , thine cannot be exprest , in words ; Would , would to GOD , my liues cheape price might be Esteem'd of valew , but to ransome thee ; Would I could cure thy griefe ; but who is able , To heale that wound , that is immedicable ? ELEG . 14. OSion , had thy prosp'rous soule endur'd Thy Prophets scourge , thy ioyes had beene secur'd ; But thou ( ah thou ) hast lent thine itching eare , To such as claw'd , and onely such , would'st heare ; Thy Prophets , 'nointed with vnhallow'd oile , Rubb'd , where they should haue launcht , & did beguile Thy abused faith , their fawning lips did crie Peace , peace , alas , when there was no peace nigh ; They quilted silken curtains for thy crimes , Belyde thy GOD , and onely pleas'd the Times ; Deare Sion , oh ; hadst thou , but had the skill , To stop thine eares , thou hadst beene Sion still . ELEG . 15. PEople , that trauell through thy wasted Land , Gaze on thy ruines , and amazed stand , They shake their spleenfull heads , disdaine , deride The sudden downfull , of so faire a pride ; They clap their ioyfull hands , and fill their tongs With hisses , ballads , and with Lyrick songs ; Her torments giue their emptie lips new matter , And , with their scornfull fingers , point they at her ; Is this ( say they ) that place , whose wonted fame , Made troubled Earth , to tremble at her name ? Is this that State ? are these , those goodly Stations ? Is this that Mistris , and that Queene of Nations ? ELEG . 16. Qvencht are the dying Embers of Compassion , For emptie sorrow , findes no Lamentation ; When as thy Haruest flourisht with full eares , Thy slightest griefe , brought in a Tyde of teares ; But now , alas ! thy Crop consum'd , and gon , Thou art but food , for beasts to trample on ; Thy seruants glorie in thy ruine , those That were thy priuate friends , are publike foes ; Thus , thus ( say they ) we spit our rancrous spleene , And gnash our teeth , vpon the worlds faire Queene ; Thrice welcome this ( this long expected ) day , That crownes our conquest , with so sweeta pray . ELEG . 17. REbellious Iudah ! Could thy flattring Crimes Secure thee , from the danger of these times ? Or did thy summer Prophets e're foresay These euills , or warne thee of a winters day ? Did not those sweet-lipt Oracles begude Thy wanton eares , with newes of Wine , and Oile ? But Heauen is iust ; what his deepe Counsell will'd , His Prophets told , and Iustice hath fulfill'd ; He hath destroyd ; no secret place , so voyd , No Fort so sure , that Heauen hath not destroyd ; Thou Land of Iudah ! How 's thy sacred Throne , Become a Stage , for Heath'n , to trample on ! ELEG . 18. SEe , see , th' accursed Gentiles doe inherit The Land of promise ; where heauens sacred Spirit Built Temples for his euerlasting Name ; There , there , th'vsurping Pagans doe proclaime Their idle Idols , vnto whom they gaue That stollen honour , which heauens Lord should haue : Winke Sion ; ô , let not those eyes be stain'd . With heauens dishonour , see not heauen profan ; d ; Close , close thine eyes , or if they needs must bee Open , like flood-gates to let water flee , Yet let the violence of their flowing streames Obscure thine open eyes , and maske their beames . ELEG . 19. TRust not thine eye-lids , least a flattering sleepe , Bribe them to rest , and they forget to weepe ; Powre out thy heart , thy heart dissolu'd in teares , Weepe forth thy plaints , in the Almighties eares ; Oh , let thy cryes , thy cryes , to heauen addrest , Disturbe the silence of thy mid-night rest ; Preferre the sad Petitions of thy soule To Heauen , ne're close thy lips , till Heauen condole Confounded Sion , and her wounded weale ; That GOD that smit , oh , mooue that GOD to heale ; Oh , let thy tongue ne're cease to call , thine eye , To weepe , thy pensiue heart , ne're cease to crye . ELEG . 20. VOuchsafe , oh thou eternall Lord of pitie , To looke on Sion , and thy dearest Citie , Confus'd Ierusalem , for thy DAVIDS sake , And for that Promise , which thy selfe did make To halting Is'rel ; Loe , thy hand hath forc'd Mothers ( whom lawlesse Famin , hath diuorc'd From deare affection ) to deuoure the bloomes , And buds , that burgeond from their painfull wombes ; Thy sacred Priests , and Prophets that whilere , Did howrely whisper , in thy neighb'ring eare , Are falne before the sacrilegious sword , Euen where , euen whilst they did vnfold thy Word . ELEG . 21. WOunded , and wasted , by th' eternall Hand Of Heauen , I grouell on the ground ; my Land Is turn'd a Golgotha , before mine eye , Vnsepulchred my murthred people lye ; My deadlye rudely scattred on the stones , My Cawsies all are pau'd with dead mens bones ; The fierce Destroyer doth alike forbeare The Maidens trembling , and the Matrons teare , Th' impartiall sword spares neither Foole , nor Wise , The Old mans pleading ; nor the Infants cryes ; Vengeance is deafe , and blinde ; and shee respects Nor Young , nor Old , nor Wise , nor Foole , nor Sexe . ELEG . 22. YEeres , heauy laden with their months , retire ; Months , gone their date of numbred dayes , expire ; The Dayes , full howerd , to their period tend ; And Howres , chac'd with light foot minutes , end ; Yet my vndated Euills , no time will minish , Though Yeers , & Months , though Daies & Howers , finish : Feares flock about me , as inuited Guests , Before the Portalls , at proclaimed feasts ; Where Heauen hath breath'd , that man , that state must fall ; Heauen wants no Thunder-bolts , to strike withall ; I am the Subiect , of that angrie Breath , My Sonnes are slaine , and I am mark'd for death . SIONS ELEGIES . Threnodia III. ELEG . 1. ALl you , whose vnprepared lips did taste The tedious Cup of sharpe affliction , caste Your wondings eyes on me , that haue drunke vp Those dregs , whereof you onely kist the Cup : I am the Man , ' gainst whom th' Eternall hath Discharg'd the lowder volley of his wrath ; I am the man , on whom the brow of night Hath scowl'd , vnworthy to behold the light ; I am the Man , in whom th'Almightie showes The dire example of vnpattern'd woes ; I am that Pris'ner , ransome cannot free ; I am that Man ; and I am onely Hee . ELEG . 2. BOndage hath forc'd my seruile necke to faile Beneath her load ; Afflictions nimble Flaile Hath thrasht my soule vpon a floore of stones , And quasht the marrow of my broken bones ; Th' assembled powres of Heauen enrag'd , are eager To roote me out ; Heauens souldiers doe beleager My worried soule , my soule vnapt for fleeing , That yeelds , o'reburthen'd with her tedious being ; Th' Almighties hand hath clouded all my light , And clad my soule with a perpetuall night , A night of torments , and eternall sorrow , Like that of Death , that neuer findes a morrow . ELEG . 3. CHain'd to the brazen pillars of my woes , I striue in vaine ; No mortall hand can loose What Heauen hath bound ; My soule is wall'd about , That Hope can nor get in , nor Feare get out ; When e're my wauering hopes to Heauen addresse The feeble voice of my extreame distresse , He stops his tyred eares ; without regard Of suit , or Sutor , leaues my prayers vnheard . Before my faint and stumbling feet , he layes Blocks to disturbe my best aduised wayes ; I seeke my peace , but seeke my peace in vaine . For euery way 's a Trap ; each path's a Traine . ELEG . 4. DIsturbed Lions are appeas'd with blood , And rauenous Beares are mild , not wanting food , But heauen ( ah heauen ! ) will not implored bee : Lions , and Beares are not so fierce as Hee : His direfull vengeance ( which no meane confines ) Hath crost the thriuing of my best designes ; His hand hath spoil'd me , that erewhile aduanc't me , Brought in my Foes , possest my Friends against me ; His Bowe is bent , his forked Rouers flye , Like darted haile stones from the darkned skye ; Shot from a hand that cannot erre , they bee Transfixed in no other marke , but mee . ELEG . 5. EXil'd from Heauen , I wander to and fro , And seeke for streames , as Stags new striken doe , And , like a wandring Hart I flee the Hounds , With Arrowes deeply fixed in my wounds ; My deadly Hunters with a winged pace , Pricke forwards , and pursue their wearie chace , They whoope , they hallow me , deride , and flout me , That flee from death , yet carrie death about me : Excesse of torments hath my soule deceiu'd Of all her ioyes , of all her powres bereiu'd . Ocurious griefe , that hast my soule brim-fill'd With thousand deaths , and yet my soule not kill'd ! ELEG . 6. FOllow'd with troopes of feares , I flie in vaine , For change of places , breedes new change of paine ; The base condition of my low estate , My'exalted Foes disdaine , and wonder at ; Turne where I list ( these ) these my wretched eyes , They finde no objects , but new miseries ; My soule , accustom'd to so long encrease Of paines , forgets that shee had euer peace ; Thus , thus perplext , thus with my griefes distracted , What shall I doe ? Heauens powers are compacted , To worke my'eternall ruine ; To what friend Shall I make moane , when Heauen conspires my end ? ELEG . 7. GReat GOD ! what helpe ( ah me ) what hope is left To him , that of thy presence is bereft ? Absented from thy fauour , what remaines , But sense , and sad remembrance of my paines ? Yet hath affliction op'ned my dull eare , And taught me , what in weale I ne're could heare ; Her scourge hath tutor'd me with sharpe corrections , And swag'd the swelling of my proud affections ; Till now I slumbred in a prosp'rous dreame , From whence awak'd , my griefes are more extreame ; Hopes , newly quickned , haue my soule assur'd , That griefes discour'd , are one halfe recur'd . ELEG . 8. HAd not the milder Hand of mercy broke The furious violence , of that fatall stroke , Offended Iustice struck , we had beene quite Lost in the shaddowes of eternall night ; Thy mercy , Lord , is like the morning Sun , Whose beames vndoe , what sable night hath don ; Or like a streame , the Current of whose course , Restrain'd awhile , runnes with a swifter force ; Oh , let me swelter in those sacred beames , And after , bathe me in these siluer streames ; To thee alone , my sorrowes shall appeale ; Hath Earth a wound , too hard for Heauen to heale ? ELEG . 9. IN thee ( deare Lord ) my pensiue soule respires , Thou art the fulnesse of my choice desires ; Thou art that sacred Spring , whose waters burst In streames to him , that seekes with holy thurst ; Thrice happy man , thrice happy thirst , to bring The fainting soule to so , so sweet a Spring ; Thrice happy he , whose well resolued brest Expects no other aide , no other rest ; Thrice happy he , whose downie age hath bin Reclaim'd by scourges , from the prime of sin , And earely season'd with the taste of Truth , Remembers his Creator in his youth . ELEG . 10. KNowledge concomitates Heauens painfull rod , Teaches the soule to know her selfe , her GOD , Vnseiles the eye of Faith , presents a morrow Of ioy , within the sablest night of sorrow ; Th' afflicted soule abounds in barest neede , Sucks purest honie from the foulest weede , Detests that good , which pamper'd reason likes , Welcomes the stroke , kisses the hand that strikes In roughest Tides his well-prepared brest , Vntoucht with danger , findes a Hauen of rest ; Hath all in all , when most of all bereauen ; In Earth , a Hell ; in Hell , he findes a Heauen . ELEG . 11. LAbour perfected , with the euening ends , The lampe of heauen ( his course fulfill'd ) descends ; Can workes of Nature seeke , and finde a rest ; And shall the torments of a troubled brest , Impos'd by Natures all-commanding GOD , Ne're know an end , ne're finde a period ? Deare soule , despaire not , whet thy dull beliefe With hope ; Heauens mercy will o'recome thy griefe ; From thee , not him , proceedes thy punishment , Hee 's slowe to wrath , and speedie to relent ; Thou burn'st like gold , consumest not like fuell ; O , wrong not Heauen , to thinke that Heauen is cruell . ELEG . 12. MOuntaines shall mooue , the Sun his circling course Shall stop ; Tridented Neptune shall diuorce Th' embracing floods , from their beloued Iles , Ere Heauen forgets his seruant , and recoiles From his eternall vow : Those , those that bruise His broken reedes , or secretly abuse The doubtfull Title of a rightfull Cause , Or with false bribes adulterate the Lawes , That should be chaste ; these , these th' Almightie hath Branded for subiects of a future wrath ; Oh , may the iust man know , th' Eternall hastens His plagues for trialls ; loues the Childe he chastens . ELEG . 13. NO mortall power , nor supernall might , Not Lucifer , nor no infernall spright , Nor all together , ioyn'd in one commission , Can thinke or act , without diuine permission ; Man wills , Heauen breathes successe , or not , vpon it ; What good , what euill befals , but heauen hath done it ? Vpon his right hand , Health and Honours stand , And flaming Scourges on the other hand : Since then the states of good or euill depend Vpon his Will , ( fond mortall ) thou , attend Vpon his Wisedome ; Why should liuing Dust Complaine on Heauen because that Heauen is iust ? ELEG . 14. O Let the ballance of our euen-pois'd hearts , Weigh our afflictions with our just desarts , And ease our heauie scale ; Double the graines We take from sinne , Heauen taketh from our paines ; Oh , let thy lowly-bended eyes not feare Th' Almighties frownes , nor husband one poore teare ; Be prodigall in sighes , and let thy tongue , Thy tongue , estrang'd to Heauen , crie all night long : My soule , thou leau'st , what thy Creator did Will thee to doe , hast done what he forbid ; This , this , hath made so great a strangenesse bee , ( If not diuorce ) betwixt thy GOD , and thee . ELEG . 15. PRepar'd to vengeance , and resolu'd to spoile , Thy hand ( iust GOD ) hath taken in thy toile Our wounded soules ; That Arme , which hath forgot His wonted mercy , kills and spareth not ; Our Crimes haue let a Barre , betwixt thy Grace And Vs ; thou hast eclipst thy glorious Face , Hast stopt thy gracious Eare , lest prayers enforce Thy tender Heart to pitie and remorse : See , see , great GOD , what thy deare Hand hath done ; We lye like drosse , when all the gold is gone , Contemn'd despis'd , and like to Atomes , flye Before the Sunne , the scorne of euery eye . ELEG . 16. QVotidian feuers of reproach , and shame , Haue chill'd our Honour , and renowned Name ; We are become the By-word , and the scorne Of Heauen and Earth ; of Heauen and Earth , forlorne ; Our captiu'd soules are compast round about , Within , with troopes of Feares ; of Foes , without ; Without , within distrest ; and in conclusion , We are the haplesse children of Confusion ; Oh , how mine eyes , the riuers of mine eyes , O'reflow these barren lips , that can deuise No Dialect , that can expresse or borrow Sufficient Metaphores , to show my sorrow ! ELEG . 17. RIuers of marish teares haue ouer-flowne My blubberd cheekes ; my tongue can finde no Tone , So sharpe , as silence , to bewaile that woe , Whose flowing Tides , an Ebbe could neuer knowe : Weepe on ( mine Eyes ) mine eyes shall neuer cease : Speake on ( my Tongue ) forget to hold thy peace ; Cease not thy teares ; close not thy lips , so long , Till Heauen shall wipe thine eyes , & heare thy tongue ; Whatheart of brasse , what Adamantine brest Can know the torments of my soule , and rest ? What stupid braine , ( ah me ! ) what marble eye Can see these , these my Ruines , and not crye ? ELEG . 22. YEt sleepes thy Vengeance ? Can thy Iustice bee So slowe to them , and yet so sharpe to mee ? Dismount ( iust Iudge ) from thy Tribunall Throne , And pay thy Foemen , the deserued lone Of their vnjust designes ; Make fierce thy hand , And scourge thou them , as they haue scourg'd my land ; Breake thou their Adamantine hearts , and pound them To dust , and with thy finall curse confound them ; Let horror seize their soules ; ô may they bee The scorne of Nations , that haue scorned Thee ; O , may they liue distrest , and die bereauen Of earths delights , and of the ioyes of Heauen . SIONS ELEGIES . Threnodia IIII. ELEG . 1. ALas ! what alterations ! Ah , how strange Amazement flowes from such an vncouth change ! Ambitious Ruine ! Could thy razing hand Finde ne're a subiect , but the Holy Land ? Thou sacrilegious Ruine , to attempt The House of GOD ! Was not heauens house exempt From thy accursed Rape ? Ah me ! Behold , Sion , whose pauement of refulgent gold , So lately did reflect , so bright , so pure , How dimme , how droffie now , ( ah ! ) how obscure ! Her sacred stones lie scatter'd in the street , For stumbling blocks before the Leuites feet . ELEG . 6. FOule Sodome , and incestuous Gomorrow Had my destruction , but ne're my sorrow ; Vengeance had mercy there ; Her hand did send A sharpe beginning , but a sudden end ; Iustice was milde , and with her hastie flashes They fell , and sweetly slept in peacefull Ashes ; They felt no rage of an insulting Foe , Nor Famine pinching furie , as I doe ; They had no sacred Temple to defile ; Or if they had , they would haue helpt to spoile ; They dyde but once , but I , poore wretched I , Die many deaths , and yet haue more to die . ELEG : 7. GOld , from the mint ; Milke , from the vberous Cow , Was ne're so pure in substance , nor in show , As were my Nazarites , whose inward graces Adorn'd the outward lustre of their faces ; Their faces robb'd the Lilly , and the Rose , Of red and white ; more faire , more sweet then those ; Their bodies were the Magazens of perfection , Their skins vnblemisht , were of pure complexion , Through which , their Saphire-colour'd veines descride The Azure beautie of their naked pride ; The flaming Carbuncle was not so bright , Nor yet the rare discolour'd Chrisolite . ELEG . 8. HOw are my sacred Nazarites ( that were The blazing Planets of my glorious Sphaere ) Obscur'd , and darkned in Afflictions clowd ? Astonisht at their owne disguize , they shrowd Their foule transformed shapes , in the dull shade Of sullen darknesse ; of themselues afraide ; See , how the brother gazes on the brother , And both afrighted , start , and flie each other ; Black , as their Fates , they crosse the streets , vnkend ; The Sire , his sonne ; The friend disclaimes his friend ; They , they that were the flowers of my Land , Like with'red Weedes , and blasted Hemlock stand . ELEG . 9. IMpetuous Famin , sister to the Sword , Left hand of Death , Childe of th' infernall Lord , Thou Tort'rer of mankinde , that with one stroake , Subiects the world to thy imperious yoake : What pleasure tak'st thou in the tedious breath Of pined mortalls ? or their lingring death ? The Sword , thy generous brother 's not so cruell , He kills but once , fights in a noble Duell , But thou ( malicious Furie ) dost extend Thy spleene to all , whose death can finde no end ; Alas ! my haplesse weare can want no woe , That feeles the rage of Sword , and Famin too . ELEG . 10. KInde is that Death , whose weapons doe but kill , But we are often slaine , yet dying still ; Our torments are too gentle , yet too rough , They gripe too hard , because not hard enough ; My people teare their trembling flesh , for food , And from their ragged wounds , they suck forth blood ; The Father dies , and leaues his pined Course , Tinrich his Heire , with meate ; The hungrie Nurse Broiles her staru'd suckling on the hastie coales , Deuours one halfe , and hides the rest in holes : O Tyrant Famin ! that compell'st the Mother , To kill one hungrie Childe , to feed an other ! ELEG . II. LAment , ô sad Ierusalem , lament ; O weepe , if all thy teares be yet vnspent ; Weepe ( wasted Iudah ) let no drop be kept Vnshed , let not one teare be left , vnwept ; For angrie Heauen hath nothing left vndon , To bring thy ruines to perfection : No curse , no plague the fierce Almightie hath Kept back , to summe the totall of his wrath ; Thy Citic burnes ; thy Sion is despoil'd ; Thy Wiues are rauisht , and thy Maides defil'd ; Famin , at home ; the Sword abroad destroyes thee ; Thou cry'st to heauen , and heauen his caredenyes thee . ELEG . 12. MAy thy dull senses ( ô vnhappy Nation , Possest with nothing , now , but desolation ) Collect their scatter'd forces , and behold Thy nouell fortunes , ballanc'd with the old ; Could'st thou , ô could thy prosp'rous heart conceiue , That mortall powre , or art of State could reiue Thy'illustrious Empire , of her sacred glorie ; And make her ruines , the Threnodian storie Of these sad times , and ages , yet to bee ? Enuie could pine , but neuer hope to see Thy buildings crusht , and all that glorie ended , Which Man so fortifyde , and Heauen defended . ELEG : 13. NE're had the splendor of thy bright renowne Beene thus extinguisht ( Iudah ; ) Thy fast Crowne , Had ne're beene spurn'd from thy Emperiall brow , Plentie had nurs'd thy soule , thy peacefull plough Had fill'd thy fruitfull Quarters with encrease , Hadst thou but knowne thy selfe , and loued peace ; But thou hast broke that sacred Truce , concluded Betwixt thy God , and thee ; vainly deluded Thy selfe with thine owne strength ; With deadly feud Thy furious Priests , and Prophets haue pursude The mourning Saints of Sion , and did slay All such , as were more iust , more pure , then they . ELEG . 14. O How the Priests of Sion , whose pure light Should shine to such , as grope in Errors night , And blaze like Lamps , before the darkned eye Of Ignorance , to raise vp those that lye In dull despaire , and guide those feet that strey , Ay me ! How blinde , how darke , how dull are they ! Fierce rage , and furie driues them through the street , And , like to mad-men , stabbe at all they meet ; They weare the purple Liuerie of Death , And liue themselues , by drawing others breath ; Say ( wasted Sion ) could Reuenge behold So foule an acted Scene as this , and hold ? ELEG . 15. PRophets , and sacred Priests , whose tongues whilere , Did often whisper in th' Eternals eare , Disclos'd his Oracles , found readie passage Twixt God , and Man , to carrie heauens Embassage , Are now the subiects of deserued scorne , Of GOD forsaken , and of Man forlorne ; Accursed Gentiles are asham'd to knowe , What Sions Priests are not asham'd to doe ; They see , and blush , and blushing flee away , Fearing to touch things so defil'd as they ; They hate the filth of their abomination , And chace them forth , from their new cōquer'd nation . ELEG . 16. QVite banisht from the joyes of earth , and smiles Of heauen , and deeply buried in her spoiles , Poore Iudah lyes ; vnpitied , dis-respected ; Exil'd the World ; of GOD , of Man reiected ; Like blasted eares among the fruitfull wheate , Shee roames disperc'd , and hath no certaine seate ; Her seruile neck 's subiected to the yoke Of bondage , open to th' impartiall stroke Of conquering Gentiles , whose afflicting hand Smites euery nooke of her disguized Land ; Of Youth respectlesse , nor regarding yeeres , Nor Sexe , nor Tribe ; like scourging Prince , and Peeres . ELEG . 17. REnt , and deposed from Imperiall state , By heauens high Hand , on heauen we must awaite ; To him that struck , our sorrowes must appeale ; Where Heauen hath smit , no hand of man can heale ; In vaine , our wounds expected mans reliefe , For disappointed Hopes renew a Griefe ; Aegypt opprest vs in our fathers loynes , What hope 's in Aegypt ? Nay , if Aegypt ioynes Her force with Iudah , our vnited powers , Could ne're preuaile ' gainst such a Foe , as our's ; Aegypt , that once did feel heauens scourge , for grieuing His Flock , would now refinde it , for relieuing . ELEG . 18. SO , the quick-sented Beagles , in a view , O're hill , and dale , the fleeing Chace pursue , As swift-foot Death , and Ruine follow mee , That flees , afraid , yet knowes not where to flee : Flee to the fields ? There , with the Sword , I meet , And , like a Watch , Death stands in euery street ; No Couert hides from Death ; no Shade , no Cells So darke , wherein not Death , and Horror dwells ; Our Dayes are numbred , and our Number 's don , The emptie Houre-glasse of our glorie 's run ; Our sinnes are summ'd , and so extreame 's the score , That Heauen could not doe lesse , nor Hell doe more . ELEG . 19. TO what a downfall are our fortunes come , Subiected to the suffrance of a Doome , Whose lingring torments , Hell could not conspire More sharpe ! Then which , Hell needs no other fire : How nimble are our Foemen , to betray Our soules ? Eagles are not so swift as they : Where shall wee flee ? Or where shall sorrow finde A place for harbour ? Ah , what prosp'rous winde , Will lend a Gale , whose bountie ne're shall cease , Till we be landed on the I le of peace ? My foes , more fierce , then emptie Lions , are , For hungrie Lions , woed with teares , will spare . ELEG . 20. VSurping Gentils rudely haue engrost Into their hands , those fortunes we haue lost , Deuoure the fruits , that purer hands did plant , Are plump and pamp'red ; with that bread we want , And ( what is worse then death ) a Tyrant treades Vpon our Throne ; Pagans adorne their heades , With our lost Crownes ; Their powers haue disioynted The Members of our State , and heauens Anoynted , Their hands haue crusht , and rauisht from his Throne , And made a Slaue , for Slaues to tread vpon ; Needes must that flock be scatter'd , and accurst , Where Wolfes haue dar'd to seize the Shepheard , first . ELEG . 21. VVAxefat with laughing ( Edom ; ) with glad eyes , Behold the fulnesse of our miseries ; Triumph ( thou Type of Antichrist ) and feede Thy soule with ioy , to see thy brothers seede Ruin'd , and rent , and rooted from the earth ; Make haste , and solace thee with earely mirth ; But there 's a time , shall teach thee how to weepe , As many teares , as I ; thy lips , as deepe Shall drinke in sorrowes Cup , as mine haue don , Till then , cheere vp thy spirits , and laugh on : Offended Iustice often strikes by turnes ; Edom , beware , for thy next neighbour burnes . ELEG . 22. YEe drooping sonnes of Sion , ô , arise , And shut the Flood-gates of your flowing eyes , Surcease your sorrowes , and your ioyes attend , For Heauen hath spoke it , and your griefes shall end ; Beleeue it Sion ; seeke no curious signe , And waite heauens pleasure , as heauen waited thine ; And thou triumphing Edom , that doest lye In beds of Roses ; thou , whose prosp'rous eye Did smile , to see the Gates of Sion fall , Shalt be subiected to the selfe-same thrall ; Sion , that weepes , shall smile ; and Edom's eye , That smiles so fast , as fast shall shortly crye . The Prophet IEREMIE his Prayer for the distressed people of IERVSALEM , and SION . GReat God , before whose all-discerning eye , The secret corners of mans heart , doe lye As open as his Actions , which no Clowde Of secrecie can shade ; no shade can shrowde , Behold the Teares , ô , harken to the Cryes Of thy poore Sion ; Wipe her weeping eyes , Binde vp her bleeding wounds , ô thou , that art The best Chirurgeon , for a broken heart : See , how the barb'rous Gentiles haue intruded Into the Land of Promise , and excluded Those rightfull Owners , from their iust possessions , That wander now , full laden with oppressions ; Our Fathers ( ab ) their sauage hands haue slaine , Whose deaths , our widdow-mothers weepe in vaine ; Our Springs , whose Crystall plentie , once disburst Their bounteous fauours , to quench euery thurst ; Our lib'rall Woods , whose palsie-shaken tops , To euery stranger , bow'd their yeelding lops , Are sold to vs , that haue no price to pay , But sweat , and toile , the sorrowes of the day ; Oppressors trample on our seruile necks , We neuer cease to groane , nor they , to vexe ; Famin , and Dearth haue taught our hands t' extend To Ashur , and our feeble knees , to bend To churlish Pharoe ; Want of bread compells Thy sernants to begge Almes of Infidells ; Our wretched Fathers sinn'd , and yet they sleepe In peace , and haue left vs , their sonnes , to weepe ; We , we extracted from their sinfull loynes , Are guiltie of their sinnes ; Their Ossa ioynes , To our high Pelion ; Aye ! their crimes doe stand , More firmely entayled to vs , then our Land : We are the slaues of seruants , and the scorne Of slaues ; of all forsaken , and forlorne ; Hunger hath forc'd vs , to acquire our food , With deepest danger , of our dearest blood ; Our skins are wrinckled , and the fruitlesse ploughs Of want , haue fallow'd vp our barren browes ; Within that Sion , which thy hands did build , Our Wiues were rauisht , and our Maides defil'd ; Our sauage Fee , extends his barb'rous rage To all , nor sparing Sexe , nor Youth , nor Age ; They hang our Princes , on the shamefull Trees Of Death ; respect no Persons , no Degrees ; Our Elders are despised , whose gray haires , Are but the Index of their doting yeares ; Our flowring youth are forced to fulfill Their painfull taskes , in the laborious Mill ; Our Children faint , beneath their loades , and crye , Opprest with burthens , vnder which they lye ; Sages are banisht from Iuditiall Courts , And Youth takes no delight in youthfull sports ; Our ioyes are gone , and promise no returning , Our pleasure 's turn'd to paine ; our mirth , to mourning ; Our Hand hath lost her Sword ; our Head , his Crowne ; Our Church , her Glorie ; our Weale , her high Renowne ; Lord , we haue sinn'd , and these our sins haue brought This world of griefe ; ( O purchace dearely bought ! ) From hence our sorrowes , and from hence our Feares Proceed ; for this , our eyes are blinde with Teares ; But that ( aye that ) which my poore heart doth count Her sharpest torture , is ; Thy sacred Mount , Sacred Mount Sion ; Sion , that diuine Seate of thy glorie 's raz'd ; her tender Vine , Laden with swelling Clusters , is destroyd , And Foxes now , what once thy Lambs , enioyd . But thou ( O thou Eternall God ) whose Throne Is permanent , whose glorie 's euer One , Vnapt for Change , abiding still the same , Though Earth consume , and Heauen dissolue her frame , Why dost thou ( ah ! ) why dost thou thus absent Thy glorious Face ? Oh , wherefore hast thou rent Thy Mercy from vs ? O! when wilt thou bee Attond to them , that haue no trust , but Thee . Restore vs ( Lord ) and let our soules possesse Our wonted peace ; O , let thy Hand redresse , Our wasted fortunes ; Let thine Eye behold Thy scatter'd Flocke , and driue them to their Fold ; Canst thou reject that People , which thy Hand Hath chose , and planted in the promis'd Land ? O thou ( the Spring of mercy ) wilt thou send No ease to our Afflictions , no end ? FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A68937-e390 Reade Iosephus de Antiq. Iud. lib. 10. cap. 10. Notes for div A68937-e3910 Gen. 35. 12.