Sions Elegies: Threnodia III, Eleg. 1

ALL you, whose unprepared lips did tast
The tedious Cup of sharp affliction, cast
Your wondring eyes on me, that have drunke up
Those dregs, whereof you onely kist the Cup:
I am the man, 'gainst whom th' Eternall hath
Discharg'd the lowder volley of his wrath;
I am the man, on whom the brow of night
Hath scowl'd, unworthy to behold the light;
I am the man, in whom th' Almighty showe
The dire example of unpattern'd woes;
I am that Pris'ner, ransome cannot free;
I am that man, and I am onely he.