Sions Elegies: Threnodia I, Eleg. 13

NO humane power could no envious Art
Of mortall man, could thus subject 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 having ease, nor end;
Loe, I the Pris'ner of the highest God,
Inthailed to the vengeance of his Rod,
Lie bound in fetters, that I cannot flie,
Nor yet endure his deadly stroakes, nor die:
My joyes are turn'd to sorrows, backt with feares,
And I (poore I) lie pickled up in teares.