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THe Griefe was common, common were the cries,
Teares, Sobs, and Groanes of that afflicted Traine,
Which of Gods chosen did the Sum containe,
And Earth rebounded with them, pierc'd were Skies;
All good had left the World, each Vice did raign
In the most monstrous sorts Hell could devise,
And all Degrees, and each Estate did staine,
Nor further had to go whom to surprize;
The World beneath, the Prince of Darknesse lay,
And in each Temple had himselfe install'd,
Was sacrific'd unto, by Prayers call'd,
Responses gave, which (fooles) they did obey:
When (pittying Man) God of a Virgines wombe
Was borne, and those false Deities strooke dumbe.