Sions Elegies: Threnodia I, Eleg. 10

KNees, falslie bent to Dagon, now defile
Her wasted Temple rudely they dispoile
Th'abused Altars, and no hand releeves;
Her house of prayer is turn'd a den of theeves
Her costly Robes, her sacred treasure stands,
A willing prey to sacrilegious hands,
Her Priests are slaine, & in a lukewarme flood
Through every channel runs the Levites blood;
The hallowed Temple of the highest God,
Whose purer foot-steps were not to be trod
With unprepared feet, before her eye,
Is turn'd a Grove, for base Idolatrie.