Sions Elegies: Threnodia II, Eleg. 8

HEaven hath decreed; his angry brest doth boile,
His time's expired, and he's arm'd to spoile;
His secret Will adjourn'd the righteous doome
Of threatned Sion, and her time is come;
His hand is arm'd with thunder, from his eyes
A flame more quicke than sulphrous Etna, flyes;
Sion must fall: That hand which hath begun,
Can never rest, till the full worke be done.
Her walls are sunke, her Towres are overthrowne,
Heaven will not leave a stone upon a stone:
Hence, hence the flouds of roaring Iudah rise,
Hence Sion fills the Cisternes of her eyes.