Sions Elegies: Threnodia III, Eleg. 16

QVotidian fevers of reproach, and shame,
Have chill'd our Honor, and renowned Name,
We are become the by-word, and the scorne
Of Heaven and Earth; of heaven & earth forlorne;
Our captiv'd soules are compast round about,
Within, with troopes of feares; of foes, without;
Without, within, distrest; and, in conclusion,
We are the haplesse children of confusion;
Oh, how mine eyes, the rivers of mine eyes
O'reflow these barren lips, that can devise
No Dialect, that can expresse or borrow
Sufficient Metaphors, to shew my sorrow!