Sions Elegies: Threnodia IIII, Eleg. 22

YE drooping sonnes of Sion, O, arise,
And shut the flood-gates of your flowing eyes,
Surcease your sorrowes, and your joyes attend,
For heaven hath spoke it, and your griefes al end;
Beleeve it Sion; seeke no curious signe,
And wait heav'ns pleasure, as heav'n waited thine;
And thou triumphing Edm, that dost lye
In beds of Roses, thou, whose prosp'rous eye
Did smile, to see the Gates of Sion fall,
Shalt be subjected to the selfe-fame thrall;
Sion, that weepes, shall smile; and Edoms eye,
That smiles so fast, as fast shall shortly cry.