Sions Elegies: Threnodia II, Eleg. 2

BEautie, nor strength of building could entice,
Or force revenge from her just enterprise;
Mercy hath stopt her eares, and Iustice hath
Powr'd out full vialls of her kindled wrath;
Impatient of delay, she hath strucke downe
The pride of Sion, kickt off Iuda's Crowne;
Her streets unpeopled, and disperst her powres,
And with the ground hath levell'd her high towres;
Her priests are slaine, her captiv'd Princes are
Vnransom'd pris'ners; Slaves her men of warre;
Nothing remaines of all her wonted glory,
But sad memorialls of her tragicke story.