Sions Elegies: Threnodia III, Eleg. 15

PRepar'd to vengeance, and resolv'd to spoile,
Thy hand (just GOD) hath taken in thy toile
Our wounded soules; That arme which hath forgot
His wonted mercy, kills and spareth not;
Our crimes have set a barre betwixt thy Grace
And us: thou hast eclipst thy glorious face,
Hast stopt thy gracious eare, lest prayers enforce done;
Thy tender Heart to pity and remorse:
See, see great GOD, what thy deare hand hath
We lie like drosse, when all the gold is gone,
Contemn'd, despis'd, and like to Atomes, flye
Before the Sunne, the scorne of every eye.