Sions Elegies: Threnodia II, Eleg. 1

ALas! my torments, my distracted feares
Have no commerce, with reasonable teares:
How hath Heavens absence darkned the renowne
Of Sions glory! with one angry frowne.
How hath th' Almighty clouded those bright beams
And chang'd her beauties streamers, into streames!
Sion, the glory of whose refulgent Fame
Gave earnest of an everlasting name,
Is now become an indigested Masse,
And ruine is, where that brave glory was:
How hath heaven strucke her earth-admired name
From th' height of honour, to the depth of shame;