Sions Elegies: Threnodia II, Eleg. 19

TRust not thy eye-lids, lest a flattering sleepe
Bribe them to rest, and they forget to weepe:
Powre out thy heart, thy heart dissolv'd in teares,
Weepe forth thy plaints, in the Almighties eares;
Oh, let thy cries, thy cries to heaven addrest,
Disturbe the silence of thy midnight rest;
Prefer the sad petitions of thy soule
To heaven, ne're close thy lips till heaven condole
Confounded Sion, and her wounded weale;
That God that smit, oh, move that God to heale;
Oh, let thy tongue ne're cease to call, thine eye
To weepe, thy pensive heart ne're cease to cry.