Sions Elegies: Threnodia I, Eleg. 15

PErplext with change of woes, where ere I turne
My fainting eyes, they finde fresh cause to mourne
My griefes move like the Planets, which appeare
Chang'd from their places, cōstant to their sphaere
Behold, the earth-confounding arme of Heaven,
Hath cow'd my valiant Captaines, and hath driven
Their scattered forces up and downe the street,
Like worried sheepe afraid of all they meet;
My younger men, the seede of propagation,
Exile hath driven from my divided Nation;
My tender Virgins have not scap'd their rage,
Which neither had respect to youth, nor age.