Sions Elegies: Threnodia I, Eleg. 1

AH griefe of Times! Ah, sable times of Griefe,
Whose torments find a voice, but no reliefe!
Are these the buildings? These the tower and state,
That all th'amazed Earth stood wondring at?
Is this that Citie, whose eternall Glory,
Could find no period, for her endlesse storie?
And is she come to this? Her Buildings raz'd,
Her Towers burnt? Her Glory thus defac'd?
O sudden Change! O world of Alterations!
She, she that was the Prince, the Queen of Nations
See, how she lyes, of strength, of all, bereiv'd,
Now paying Tribute, which she once receiv'd.