Sions Elegies: Threnodia III, Eleg. 6

FOllow'd with troopes of feares, I flie in vaine,
For change of places breeds new change of paine;
The base condition of my low estate,
My exalted Foes disdaine, and wonder at:
Turne where I list (these) these my wretched eyes,
They finde no objects, but new miseries;
My soule, accustom'd to so long encrease
Of paines, forgets that she had ever peace;
Thus, thus perplext, thus with my griefes distracted
What shall I do? Heavens powers are compacted
To worke my 'eternall ruine; To what friend
Shal I make mone, when heaven conspires my end?