Sions Elegies: Threnodia IIII, Eleg. 20

VSurping Gentiles rudely have engrost
Into their hands those fortunes we have lost,
Devoure the fruits that purer hands did plant,
Are plump and pampred with that bread we want,
And (what is worse than death) a Tyrant treads
Vpon our Throne; Pagans adorne their heads
With our lost crowns; their powers have dis-jointed
The Members of our State, and Heavens Anointed
Their hands have crusht, & ravisht from his throne,
And made a Slave, for Slaves to tread upon;
Needs must that flock be scattred and accurst,
where wolves have dar'd to seize the Shepherd first.