ZIONS' ELEGIES. Wept By JEREMY the Prophet, And PERIPHRASED By FRA. QVARLES. LONDON Printed by W. Stansby for Thomas Dew, and are to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunstanes Church-yard. 1625. ZIONS' ELEGIES. Wept BY JEREMY THE PROPHET: And Periphrased by FRA. QVARLES. THOU SHALT LABOUR FOR PEACE PLENTY LONDON. Printed by W. Stansby for Thomas Dew, and are to be sold at his shop in Saint Dunstanes Church-yard. 1624. TO THE GREAT EXAMPLE OF HONOUR, WORTH, AND PIETY, WILLIAM, Earl of Pembroke. WHen Time had brought this Embryo to the light, It wept, it cried, and oft it deeply sight; I asked my Muse the cause; She made no other Reply, than this, she's like the Muse, her mother; I asked her name; She said, Melpominé, I asked a Patron, and she named Thee. To Thee, the Darling of my childbed Muse, I here prefer those long devoted dues, I owe to Honour; with a truer heart None e'er presented, though with greater Art: My Muse, persuades me, though her Infant cry, You'll pardoned, when you read the reason, why. TO THE READER. IF the ruins of Troy, Rome, Thebes, or Carthage have been thought a subject, worthy the employment of more serious Pens, to entail the remembrance thereof to Posterity, how much more worthy the pains of a livelier Pen than mine, is this ancient, most true, and never enough to be lamented desolation, and captivity of jerusalem, jerusalem, the holy City of God, jerusalem, the type of the Catholic Church? After eighteen months siege in the eleventh year of Zedekiah, the ninth day of the fourth month, (which was the eighteenth year of Nebucadonozor over Babylon) the Princes of Babylon surprised and took this brave City of jerusalem: presently after which, Nebuzaradan the General of the Babylonian Army commanded by Nebucadonozor) spoiled the Temple, carried away the Vessels of gold and silver, that were consecrated to God's service, and the great Lavar given by King Solomon, and burned the Temple, the first day of the next month, which was one and twenty days after the surprisal: 470. years six months, and ten days after the foundation thereof; 1062. years, six months, ten days after the departure Read josephus de Antiq. jud. lib. 10. cap. 10. of the people out of Egypt; 1950. years, six months, ten days after the Deluge; and 3513. years, six months, ten days after the Creation of Adam. Thus, and then, was this City of jerusalem taken, and for seventy years, remained the jews in this Captivity: And this, in brief, is the general occasion why, and the time when these Lamentations were composed. Reader, I tender to thy consideration, two things; First, the Penman: secondly, the Art and Method of this Threnodia. As for the first, It was penned by jeremy the Prophet, the son of Hilkiah a Priest; and undoubtedly endighted by the Spirit of God; some think it was written, when the Prophe: was in prison; others, when he was with Godoliah at Maspath: but whither at the one place or at the other, it is not much material to discourse. Secondly, as touching the Art and Method, it is short and concise, as being most natural to so lamentable a subject: Cicero says, Lamentationes debent esse concisae, & breves, quia cito lachryma exarescit, & difficile est, auditores autlectores, in illo affectu summae commiserationis, diu tenere. The Method is truly elegious, not bound to any ordinary set form, but wildly depending upon the sudden subject, that new griefs present; and indeed the deepest sorrows can not be, but distracted from all rules of method, the neglect of which, is venial in such ejulations as these, as which, in all the Scriptures, there is none so copious, none so ardent, concerning which Gregory Nazianzen confesses, Threnos jeremiae nunquam à se siccis oculis lectos esse. Yet some think there is a method kept, but too fine and intricate, for our gross apprehensions; touching this point, Saint Ambrose lib. 8. Epist. ad Justiniano. says, Demus, cas secundum artem non scripsisse, at certè secundum gratiam scripsisse fatendum est, quae omn em artem long supera●, and with this I rest. You shall observe, that the four first Chapters of these Lamentations carry a strict order, in the Original, for every Verse throughout every Chapter begins with a several letter of the Hebrew Alphabet, except the third Chapter, wherein the first and every third Verse only is tied to a Letter, and continues the Alphabet through, which form the Prophet used, partly for Eloquence, partly for Memory sake, meaning either literally thus, that it ought to be perfect as the Alphabet, in Memory, or Hieroglyphically thus, that as the Alphabet is the Radix of all words, so the miseries of the jews, were the combination of all miseries. For the same Causes, I likewise here in my Periphrase, have observed the same form, and continue the Alphabet, in English, as the Prophet did in Hebrew, desirous to be his shadow, as much as I can. It appears by the strictness of the order, that these Lamentations were Originally writ in Verse, and as some think, in Sapphicks, but many of our learned Neotericks deny, that any writings of the jews carry, now, any direct, or certain Laws of Poesy, though (they confess) some ruinous Accents, here and there discovered, makes them imagine, they writ some things in verse, but now, it seems that God in dispersing them, hath likewise dissolved, and struck dumb their music. Farewell. ELEG. 2. BEhold! her eyes, those glorious eyes, that were Like two fair Suns, in one celestial Sphere, Whose radiant beams did, once, reflect so bright, Are now eclipsed, and have lost their light, And seem like Lands, about which, appears A troubled Ocean, with a Tide of tears; Her servant Cities, that were once, at hand, And bowed their servile necks, to her command, Stand all aloof, as strangers to her moan, And give her leave, to spend her tears alone; Her Neighbours flatter, with a false relief, And with a kiss, betray her, to her grief. ELEG. 3. Compassed around, with Seas of briny tears, judah laments, distraught with double fears; Even as the fearful Partridge, to excuse her From the fierce Goshawk, that too close pursues her, Falls in a Covert, and herself doth cover, From her unequal Foe, that sits above her, Meanwhile, the treason of the quick Retrivers, Discovers novel dangers, and delivers Her to a second fear, whose double fright Finds safety, nor in staying, nor in flight; Even so, is judah vexed, with change of woes, Betwixt her homebred, and her foreign Foes. ELEG. 4. DId not these sacred Cawsies, that are leading To Zion, late, seem paved, with often treading? Now secret Dens, for lurking thieves to meet, Unpressed, unless with sacrilegious feet; Zion, the Temple of the highest GOD, Stands desolate, her holy steps untrod; Her Altars are defaced, her Virgin fires Surcease, and with a stink, her snuff expires; Her Priests have changed their Hymns to sighs & cries, Her Virgins weep forth Rivers from their eyes: O Zion, thou that wert the Child of mirth, Art now the scorn, and Byword of the Earth. ELEG 5. Increased in power, and high Chevisaunce Of arms, thy Tyrant foemen do advance Their crafty crests; He, he that was thy father, And crowned thee, once, with blessings, now doth gather His troops to work thy end; Him, who advanced thee To be Earth's Queen, thy sins have bend against thee: Strange spectacle of Grief! Thy tender fry, Whom childhood taught no language, but their cry, T'express their infant grief, these, wretched these, By force of childish tears, could not appease The ruthless Sword, which, deaf to all their cries, Did drive them Captives, from their mother's eyes. ELEG. 6. Fair Virgin Zion, where (ah) where are those Pure cheeks, wherein, the Lily, and the Rose, So much contended, lately, for the place, Till both compounded, in thy glorious face? How hast thou bleared, those sunbright eyes, of thine, Those beams, the royal Magazens of divine And sacred Majesty, from whose pure light, The purblind worldlings, did receive their sight, Thy fearful Princes, leave their fenceless Towers, And fly like Hearts, before their swift pursuers, Like lightfoot Hearts they fly, not knowing, where, Pricked on with Famine, and distracted Fear. ELEG: 7. Galled with her grief, jerusalem recalls To mind, her lost delights, her Festivals, Her peaceful freedom, and full joys, in vain Wishing, what Earth cannot restore again; Secure she sought, and begged, but none was there, To give the Alms, of one poor trickling tear, The scornful lips, of her amazed Foes, Deride the grief, of her disastrous woes; They laugh, and lay more ample torments on her, Disdain to look, and yet they gaze upon her, Abuse her Altars, hate her Offerings, Profane her Sabbaths, and her holy Things ELEG. 8. HAdst thou (jerusalem) o, had thy heart Been loyal to his love, whose once thou wert, O, had the beams of thy unvailed eye, Continued pure; hadst thou been nice, to try New pleasures, thus thy Glory ne'er had wasted, Thy Walls, till now, like thy Reproach, had lasted. Thy Lovers, whose false beauties did entice thee, Have seen thee naked, and do now despise thee, Drunk with thy wanton pleasures, they are fled, And scorn the bounty, of thy loathed bed; Left to thy guilt (the servant of thy sin) Thou sham'st to show, what once, thou gloriedst in. ELEG. 9 IErusalem is all infected over With leprosy, whose filth, no shade can cover, Puffed up with pride, unmindful of her end, See, how she lies, devoid of help, or friend. Great Lord of Lords (whose Mercy far transcends Thy sacred justice) whose full Hand attends The cries of emptle Ravens, bow down thine ears, To wretched Zion, Zion drowned in tears; Thy Hand did plant her (Lord) she is thy Vine, Confound her Foes, they are her foes, and thine: Show wont favour, to thy holy Hill, Rebuild her walls, and love thy Zion still. ELEG. 10. KNees, falsely bend to Dagon, now defile Her wasted Temple, rudely they despoil Th'abused Altars, and no hand relieves; Her House of prayer is turned a Den of thieves, Her costly Robes, her sacred treasure stands, A willing prey to sacrilegious hands, Her Priests are slain, and in a lukewarm flood, Through every Channel runs the Leuits blood; The hallowed Temple of the highest GOD, Whose purer Footsteps, were not to be trod With unprepared feet, before her eye Is turned a Grove, for base Idolatry. ELEG. 11 Lingering with Death and Famine, judah groans, And to the Air, breathes forth her airy moans, Her fainting Eyes wax dim, her Cheeks grow pale, Her wand'ring steps despair to speed, and fail, She faints, and through her trembling lips (half dead) She whispers oft the holy name of Bread: Great GOD, let thy offended wrath surcease, Behold thy servants, send thy servant's peace, Behold thy vassals, grovelling on the dust; Be merciful (dear GOD) as well as just; 'Tis thou, 'tis thou alone, that sent this grief, 'Tis thou, 'tis thou alone, can send relief. ELEG. 12. MY tongus in labour with her painful birth, That finds no passage; Lord, how strange a dearth Of words, concomitates a world of woes! I neither can conceal, nor yet disclose: You weary Pilgrims, you, whom change of Climbs Have taught the change of Fortunes, and of Times, Stay, stay your feeble steps, and cast your Eyes On me, the Abstract of all miseries. Say (Pilgrims) say, if e'er your eyes beheld More truer Iliads; more unparallelled, And mateless Evils, which my offended GOD Reulcerates, with his enraged Rod. ELEG. 13. NO humane power could, no envious Art Of mortal man, could thus subject my heart, My glowing heart, to these imperious fires: No earthly sorrow, but at length expires; But these my Tyrant-torments do extend To Infinites, nor having ease, nor end; Lo, I the Prisoner of the highest GOD, Enthralled to the vengeance of his Rod, Lie bound in fetters, that I cannot fly, Nor yet endure his deadly strokes, nor die: My joys are turned to sorrows, backed with fears, And I (poor I) lie pickled up in tears. ELEG. 14. O! How unsufferable is the weight Of sin! How miserable is their state, The silence of whose secret sin conceals The smart, till justice to Revenge appeals! How ponderous are my Crimes, whose ample scroll, Weighs down the pillars of my broken Soul! Their sower, masqued with sweetness, ouerswaied me, And with their smiling kisses, they betrayed me, Betrayed me to my Foes, and what is worse, Betrayed me to myself, and heaven's curse, Betrayed my soul, to an eternal grief, Devoid of hope, for e'er to find relief. ELEG.. 15. Perplexed with change of woes, where e'er I turn My fainting eyes, they find fresh cause, to mourn; My griefs move like the Planets, which appear Changed from their places, constant to their Sphere; Behold, the Earth-confounding arm of heaven, Hath cowed my valiant Captains, and hath driven Their scattered forces up and down the street, Like worried sheep, afraid of all they meet; My younger men, the seed of propagation, Exile hath driven from my divided Nation; My tender Virgins have not seaped their rage, Which neither had respect to youth, nor age. ELEG. 16. QVick change of Torments! equal to those crimes, Which past unthought-of, in my prosperous times; From hence proceed my griefs, (ah me) from hence, My springtide sorrows have their influence; For these, my soul dissolves, my eyes lament, Spending those tears, whose store will ne'er be spent; For these, my fainting spirits droop, and melt In anguish, such as never Mortal felt; Within the selfsame flames, I frieze, and fry, I roar for help, and yet no help is nigh; My sons are lost, whose fortunes should relieve me, And only such triumph, that hourly grieve me. ELEG. 17. Rend from the glory of her lost renown, Zion laments; Her lips (her lips o'reflowne With floods of tears) she prompteth how to break New languages, instructs her tongue to speak Elegious Dialects; She lowly bends Her dusty knees upon the earth, extends Her brawnelesse arms to them, whose ruthless eyes Are red, with laughing at her miseries; Naked she lies, deformed, and circumvented With troops of fears, unpitied, unlamented, A loathsome drain for filth, despised forlorn; The scorn of Nations, and the Child of scorn. ELEG. 18. Sour wages issue from the sweets of sin. Heaven's hand is just, this treacherous heart hath been The author of my woes: 'Tis I alone; My sorrows reap, what my foul sins have sown; Often they cried to Heaven, ere Heaven replied, And Vengeance ne'er had come, had they ne'er cried; All you that pass, vouchsafe your gracious ears, To hear these cries, your eyes, to view these tears; They are no heat-drops of an angry heart, Or childish passions of an idle smart, But they are Rivers, springing from an Eye, Whose streams, no joy can stop, no grief draw dry. ELEG. 19 Turn where I list, new cause of woe, presents My poor distracted soul with new laments; Where shall I turn? Shall I implore my friends? Ah! summer friendship, with the summer ends; In vain to them my groans, in vain my tears, For harvest friends, can find no winter ears; Or shall I call my sacred Priests for aid; Alas! my pined Priests are all betrayed To Death, and Famine; in the streits they cried For bread, and whilst they sought for bread, they died: Vengeance could never strike so hard a blow, As when she sends an unlamented woe. ELEG. 20. VOuchsafe (great GOD) to turn thy tender eyes On me, poor wretch: o, let my midnight cries, (That never cease, if never stopped with tears) Procure audience from thy gracious ears; Behold thy creature, made by change of grief The barest wretch, that ever begged relief; See, see, my soul is tortured on thy rack, My bowels tremble, and my heartstrings crack; Abroad, the sword with open ruin frights me; At home, the secret hand of Famine smights me; Strange fires of grief! How is my soul oppressed, That finds abroad, no peace; at home, no rest! ELEG. 21. WHere, where art thou, o sacred Lamb of peace, That promised to the heavy laden, ease? Thee, thee alone, my often bended knee Invokes, that have no other help, but Thee; My foes (amazed at my hoarse complaining) Scoff at my oft repeated cries, disdaining To lend their prosperous hand, they hisse and smile, Taking a pleasure to behold my spoil; Their hands delight to bruise my broken reeds, And still persist, to prick that heart, that bleeds; But there's a Day (if Prophets can divine) Shall scourge their sins, as they have scourged mine. ELEG. 22. YOu noisome Weeds, that lift your Crests so high, When better Plants, for want of moisture, die, Think you to flourish ever? and (unspide) To shoot the flowers of your fruitless pride? If Plants be lopped, because their fruits are small, Think you to thrive, that bear no fruit at all? Look down (great GOD) and from their places, tear These weeds, that suck the juice, should make us bear; Vndewed with showers, let them see no Sun, But feel those frosts, that thy poor Plants have done. O, cleanse thy Garden, that the World may know, We are the Seeds, that thy right Hand did sow. ZIONS' ELEGIES. Threnodia II. ELEG. 1. ALas! my torments, my distracted fears, Have no commerce with reasonable tears; How hath heaven's absence darkened the renown Of Zions glory! with one angry frown, How hath th'almighty clouded those bright beams, And changed her beauty's streamers, into streams! Zion, the glory of whose refulgent Fame, Gave Earnest of an everlasting name, Is now become an indigested Mass, And ruin is, where that brave glory was; How hath Heaven struck her earth-admired name, From th'height of honour, to the depth of shame! ELEG. 2. Beauty, nor strength of building, could entice, Or force Revenge from her just enterprise; Mercy hath stopped her ears, and justice hath Poured out full vials, of her kindled wrath; Impatient of delay, she hath struck down The pride of Zion, kicked off Iudas Crown, Her streets unpeopled, and dispersed her powers, And with the ground hath levelled her high towers, Her Priests are slain, her captived Princes are Vnransomed prisoners; Slaves, her men of war; Nothing remains of all her wont glory, But sad Memorials of her tragic story. ELEG. 3. COnfused horror, and confounded shame, Hath blurred the beauty, and renowned name Of righteous Israel; Israel's fruitful Land, Entailed by Heaven, with the usurping hand Of uncontrolled Gentiles, is laid waste, And with the spoil of ruin is defaced; The angry mouth of justice blows the fires Of hasty Vengeance, whose quick flame aspires, With fury, to that place, which Heaven did sever, For jacob, and his holy Seed, for ever; No part, no secret Angle of the Land, Which bears no mark of Heaven's enraged hand. ELEG. 4. DArts, thrilled from heaven, transfix my bleeding hart, And fill my soul with everlasting smart, Whose festering wound, no fortune can recure; Th' Almighty strikes but seldom, but strikes sure; His sinewy arm hath drawn his steely bow, And sent his forked shafts, to overthrow My pined Princes, and to ruinate The weakened Pillars, of my wounded state; His hand hath scourged my dear delights, acquitted My soul, of all, where in my soul delighted; I am the Mirror of unmasqued sin, To see her (dear purchased) pleasures in. ELEG. 5. EVen as the Pilot, whose sharp Keel divides Th' encountering waves, of the Cicilian Tides, Tossed on the lists of Death, striving to scape The danger of deep mouthed Carybdis rape, Rebutts on Scylla, with a forced career, And wrecks upon a less suspected fear; Even so poor I, contriving to withstand My Foeman's, fall into th' Almighty's hand; So I, the Child of ruin, to avoid Less dangers, by a greater am destroyed: How necessary, Ah! How sharp's his end, That neither hath his GOD, nor Man, to friend! ELEG. 6. FOrgotten Zion hangs her drooping head, Upon her fainting breast; Her soul is fed With endless grief, whose torments had deprived her Long since, of life, had not new pains revived her; Zion is like a Garden, whose defence Being broke, is left to the rude violence Of wasteful Swine, full of neglected waste, Nor having flower for smell; nor herb for taste; Heaven takes no pleasure in her holy Feasts, Her idle sabbaths, or burned fat of beasts; Both State, and Temple are despoiled and fleeced Of all their beauty; without Prince, or Priest. ELEG: 7. Glory, that once did Heavens bright Temple fill, Is now departed from that sacred Hill; See, how the empty Altar stands disguised, Abused by Gentiles, and by Heaven despized; That place, wherein the holy One hath taken So sweet delight, lies loathed, and forsaken; That sacred place, wherein the precious Name Of great jehovah was preserved, the same Is turned a Den for thieves; an open stage, For Vice, to act on; a defiled Cage Of unclean birds; a house of privilege For sin, and uncontrolled sacrilege. ELEG. 8. Heaven hath decreed; his angry breast doth boil, His time's expired, and he is armed to spoil; His secret Will adjourned the righteous doom Of threatened Zion, and her time is come; His hand is armed with thunder, from his eyes, A flame more quick, then sulphurous Aetna, flies; Zion must fall; That hand, which hath begun, Can never rest, till the full work be dun; Her walls are sunk, her Towers are overthrown, Heaven will not leave a stone upon a stone; Hence, hence the floods of roaring judah rise, Hence Zion fills the Cisterns of her eyes. ELEG. 9 Joy is departed from the holy Gates Of dear jerusalem, and peace retraits From wasted Zion; her high walls, that were An armed proof, against the brunt of fear, Are shrunk, for shame, if not withdrawn, for pity, To see the ruins, of so brave a City; Her Kings, and outlawed Princes live constrained, Hourly to hear the name of Heaven profaned; Manners and Laws, the life of government, Are sent into eternal banishment; Her Prophets cease to dream; they vow, unheard; They howl to Heaven, but Heaven gives no regard. ELEG. 10. KIng, Priest, and People, all alike are clad, In weeds of Sackcloth, taken from the sad Wardrobe of sorrow; prostrate on the earth, They close their lips, their lips estranged to mirth; Silent they sit, for dearth of speech, affords A sharper Accent, for true grief, than words; The Father wants a Son; the Son, a Mother; The Bride, her Groom; the Brother wants his Brother; Some, Famine; Exile, some; and some, the Sword Hath slain; All want, when Zion wants her Lord: How art thou All in all! there's nothing scant (Great GOD) with thee; without thee, all things want. ELEG. 11. LAunch forth, my soul, into a Sea of tears, Whose ballaced bulk, no other Pilot steers, Than raging sorrow, whose uncertain hand, Wanting her Compass, strikes on every sand; Driven with a storm of sighs, she seeks the Haven Of rest, but like to Noah's wand'ring Raven, She scours the Main, and, as a Sea-lost Rover, She roams, but can no land of peace, discover: Mine eyes are faint with tears; Tears have no end; The more are spent, the more remain to spend: What Marble (ah) what Adamantine eye, Can look on Zions ruin, and not cry? ELEG. 12. MY tongue? The tongues of Angels, are too faint, T'express the causes of my just complaint; See, how the pale-faced sucklings roar for food, And from their milklesse mother's breasts, draw blood, Children surcease their serious toys, and plead With trickling tears, Ah mothers, give us bread; Such goodly Barns, and not one grain of corn, Why did the Sword escape's? why were we borne To be devoured, and pined with famine? save us With quick relief, or take the lives, you gave us; They cried for bread, that scarce had breath to cry; And wanting means to live, found means to dye. ELEG. 13. Never, ah! never yet, did vengeance brand A State, with deeper ruin, than thy Land, Dear Zion; How could mischief been more keen, Or struck thy glory, with a sharper spleen? Whereto (jerusalem) to what shall I Compare this thy unequalled misery? Turn back to ages past; Search deep Records: Theirs are, thine cannot be expressed, in words; Would, would to GOD, my lives cheap price might be Esteemed of value, but to ransom thee; Would I could cure thy grief; but who is able, To heal that wound, that is immedicable? ELEG. 14. OSion, had thy prosperous soul endured Thy Prophet's scourge, thy joys had been secured; But thou (ah thou) hast lent thine itching ear, To such as clawed, and only such, wouldst hear; Thy Prophets, anointed with unhallowed oil, Rubbed, where they should have launched, & did beguile Thy abused faith, their fawning lips did cry Peace, peace, alas, when there was no peace nigh; They quilted silken curtains for thy crimes, Belyde thy GOD, and only pleased the Times; Dear Zion, oh; hadst thou, but had the skill, To stop thine ears, thou hadst been Zion still. ELEG. 15. PEople, that travel through thy wasted Land, Gaze on thy ruins, and amazed stand, They shake their spleenful heads, disdain, deride The sudden downful, of so fair a pride; They clap their joyful hands, and fill their tongs With hisses, ballads, and with Lyric songs; Her torments give their empty lips new matter, And, with their scornful fingers, point they at her; Is this (say they) that place, whose wont fame, Made troubled Earth, to tremble at her name? Is this that State? are these, those goodly Stations? Is this that Mistress, and that Queen of Nations? ELEG. 16. Qvencht are the dying Embers of Compassion, For empty sorrow, finds no Lamentation; When as thy Harvest flourished with full ears, Thy slightest grief, brought in a Tide of tears; But now, alas! thy Crop consumed, and gone, Thou art but food, for beasts to trample on; Thy servant's glory in thy ruin, those That were thy private friends, are public foes; Thus, thus (say they) we spit our rancrous spleen, And gnash our teeth, upon the world's fair Queen; Thrice welcome this (this long expected) day, That crownes our conquest, with so sweeta pray. ELEG. 17. REbellious judah! Could thy flattering Crimes Secure thee, from the danger of these times? Or did thy summer Prophets ere foresay These evils, or warn thee of a winter's day? Did not those sweet-lipt Oracles begude Thy wanton ears, with news of Wine, and Oil? But Heaven is just; what his deep Counsel willed, His Prophets told, and justice hath fulfilled; He hath destroyed; no secret place, so void, No Fort so sure, that Heaven hath not destroyed; Thou Land of judah! How's thy sacred Throne, Become a Stage, for Heath'n, to trample on! ELEG. 18. SEe, see, th'accursed Gentiles do inherit The Land of promise; where heavens sacred Spirit Built Temples for his everlasting Name; There, there, th'usurping Pagans do proclaim Their idle Idols, unto whom they gave That stolen honour, which heavens Lord should have: Wink Zion; o, let not those eyes be stained. With heaven's dishonour, see not heaven profan; d; Close, close thine eyes, or if they needs must be Open, like floodgates to let water flee, Yet let the violence of their flowing streams Obscure thine open eyes, and mask their beams. ELEG. 19 TRust not thine eyelids, lest a flattering sleep, Bribe them to rest, and they forget to weep; Pour out thy heart, thy heart dissolved in tears, Weep forth thy plaints, in the Almighty's ears; Oh, let thy cries, thy cries, to heaven addressed, Disturb the silence of thy midnight rest; Prefer the sad Petitions of thy soul To Heaven, ne'er close thy lips, till Heaven condole Confounded Zion, and her wounded weal; That GOD that smit, oh, move that GOD to heal; Oh, let thy tongue ne'er cease to call, thine eye, To weep, thy pensive heart, ne'er cease to cry. ELEG. 20. VOuchsafe, oh thou eternal Lord of pity, To look on Zion, and thy dearest City, Confused jerusalem, for thy DAVID'S sake, And for that Promise, which thyself did make To halting Is'rel; Lo, thy hand hath forced Gen. 35. 12. Mothers (whom lawless Famine, hath divorced From dear affection) to devour the blooms, And buds, that burgeond from their painful wombs; Thy sacred Priests, and Prophets that whilere, Did hourly whisper, in thy neighbouring ear, Are fall'n before the sacrilegious sword, Even where, even whilst they did unfold thy Word. ELEG. 21. WOunded, and wasted, by th'eternal Hand Of Heaven, I grovel on the ground; my Land Is turned a Golgotha, before mine eye, Vnsepulchred my murdered people lie; My deadly rudely scattered on the stones, My Cawsies all are paved with dead men's bones; The fierce Destroyer doth alike forbear The Maidens trembling, and the Matron's tear, Th'impartial sword spares neither Fool, nor Wise, The Old man's pleading; nor the Infant's cries; Vengeance is deaf, and blind; and she respects Nor Young, nor Old, nor Wise, nor Fool, nor Sex. ELEG. 22. Years, heavy laden with their months, retire; Months, gone their date of numbered days, expire; The Days, full howerd, to their period tend; And Hours, chased with light foot minutes, end; Yet my undated Evils, no time will minish, Though Years, & Months, though Days & Hours, finish: Fears flock about me, as invited Guests, Before the Portals, at proclaimed feasts; Where Heaven hath breathed, that man, that state must fall; Heaven wants no Thunderbolts, to strike withal; I am the Subject, of that angry Breath, My Sons are slain, and I am marked for death. ZIONS' ELEGIES. Threnodia III. ELEG. 1. ALl you, whose unprepared lips did taste The tedious Cup of sharp affliction, cast Your wonding eyes on me, that have drunk up Those dregs, whereof you only kissed the Cup: I am the Man, 'gainst whom th'eternal hath Discharged the louder volley of his wrath; I am the man, on whom the brow of night Hath scowled, unworthy to behold the light; I am the Man, in whom th'almighty shows The dire example of vnpatterned woes; I am that Prisoner, ransom cannot free; I am that Man; and I am only He. ELEG. 2. BOndage hath forced my servile neck to fail Beneath her load; Afflictions nimble Flail Hath thrashed my soul upon a floor of stones, And quashed the marrow of my broken bones; Th'assembled powers of Heaven enraged, are eager To root me out; Heavens soldiers do beleaguer My worried soul, my soul unapt for fleeing, That yields, o'reburthened with her tedious being; Th'Almighties hand hath clouded all my light, And clad my soul with a perpetual night, A night of torments, and eternal sorrow, Like that of Death, that never finds a morrow. ELEG. 3. Chained to the brazen pillars of my woes, I strive in vain; No mortal hand can lose What Heaven hath bound; My soul is walled about, That Hope can nor get in, nor Fear get out; When e'er my wavering hopes to Heaven address The feeble voice of my extreme distress, He stops his tired ears; without regard Of suit, or Suitor, leaves my prayers unheard. Before my faint and stumbling feet, he lays Blocks to disturb my best advised ways; I seek my peace, but seek my peace in vain. For every way's a Trap; each paths a Train. ELEG. 4. DIsturbed Lions are appeased with blood, And ravenous Bears are mild, not wanting food, But heaven (ah heaven!) will not implored be: Lions, and Bears are not so fierce as He: His direful vengeance (which no mean confines) Hath crossed the thriving of my best designs; His hand hath spoiled me, that erewhile advanced me, Brought in my Foes, possessed my Friends against me; His Bow is bend, his forked Rovers fly, Like darted hail stones from the darkened sky; Shot from a hand that cannot err, they be Transfixed in no other mark, but me. ELEG. 5. Exiled from Heaven, I wander to and fro, And seek for streams, as Stags new stricken do, And, like a wand'ring Hart I flee the Hounds, With Arrows deeply fixed in my wounds; My deadly Hunters with a winged pace, Prick forwards, and pursue their weary chase, They whoop, they hollow me, deride, and flout me, That flee from death, yet carry death about me: Excess of torments hath my soul deceived Of all her joys, of all her powers bereiued. Ocurious grief, that hast my soul brim-filled With thousand deaths, and yet my soul not killed! ELEG. 6. Followed with troops of fears, I fly in vain, For change of places, breeds new change of pain; The base condition of my low estate, My'exalted Foes disdain, and wonder at; Turn where I list (these) these my wretched eyes, They find no objects, but new miseries; My soul, accustomed to so long increase Of pains, forgets that she had ever peace; Thus, thus perplexed, thus with my griefs distracted, What shall I do? Heaven's powers are compacted, To work my'eternall ruin; To what friend Shall I make moan, when Heaven conspires my end? ELEG. 7. GReat GOD! what help (ah me) what hope is left To him, that of thy presence is bereft? Absented from thy favour, what remains, But sense, and sad remembrance of my pains? Yet hath affliction oped my dull ear, And taught me, what in weal I ne'er could hear; Her scourge hath tutored me with sharp corrections, And swag'd the swelling of my proud affections; Till now I slumbered in a prosperous dream, From whence awaked, my griefs are more extreme; Hopes, newly quickened, have my soul assured, That griefs discoured, are one half recured. ELEG. 8. HAd not the milder Hand of mercy broke The furious violence, of that fatal stroke, Offended justice struck, we had been quite Lost in the shadows of eternal night; Thy mercy, Lord, is like the morning Sun, Whose beams undo, what sable night hath done; Or like a stream, the Current of whose course, Restrained awhile, runs with a swifter force; Oh, let me swelter in those sacred beams, And after, bathe me in these silver streams; To thee alone, my sorrows shall appeal; Hath Earth a wound, too hard for Heaven to heal? ELEG. 9 IN thee (dear Lord) my pensive soul respires, Thou art the fullness of my choice desires; Thou art that sacred Spring, whose waters burst In streams to him, that seeks with holy thirst; Thrice happy man, thrice happy thirst, to bring The fainting soul to so, so sweet a Spring; Thrice happy he, whose well resolved breast Expects no other aid, no other rest; Thrice happy he, whose downy age hath been Reclaimed by scourges, from the prime of sin, And early seasoned with the taste of Truth, Remembers his Creator in his youth. ELEG. 10. KNowledge concomitates Heaven's painful rod, Teaches the soul to know herself, her GOD, Vnseiles the eye of Faith, presents a morrow Of joy, within the sablest night of sorrow; Th'afflicted soul abounds in barest need, Sucks purest honey from the foulest weed, Detests that good, which pampered reason likes, Welcomes the stroke, kisses the hand that strikes In roughest Tides his well-prepared breast, Untouched with danger, finds a Haven of rest; Hath all in all, when most of all bereaven; In Earth, a Hell; in Hell, he finds a Heaven. ELEG. 11. LAbour perfected, with the evening ends, The lamp of heaven (his course fulfilled) descends; Can works of Nature seek, and find a rest; And shall the torments of a troubled breast, Imposed by Nature's all-commanding GOD, ne'er know an end, ne'er find a period? Dear soul, despair not, whet thy dull belief With hope; Heavens mercy will o'ercome thy grief; From thee, not him, proceeds thy punishment, he's slow to wrath, and speedy to relent; Thou burnest like gold, consumest not like fuel; O, wrong not Heaven, to think that Heaven is cruel. ELEG. 12. Mountain's shall move, the Sun his circling course Shall stop; Tridented Neptune shall divorce Th'embracing floods, from their beloved Isles, Ere Heaven forgets his servant, and recoils From his eternal vow: Those, those that bruise His broken reeds, or secretly abuse The doubtful Title of a rightful Cause, Or with false bribes adulterate the Laws, That should be chaste; these, these th'almighty hath Branded for subjects of a future wrath; Oh, may the just man know, th'eternal hastens His plagues for trials; loves the Child he chastens. ELEG. 13. NO mortal power, nor supernal might, Not Lucifer, nor no infernal spirit, Nor all together, joined in one commission, Can think or act, without divine permission; Man wills, Heaven breathes success, or not, upon it; What good, what evil befalls, but heaven hath done it? Upon his right hand, Health and Honours stand, And flaming Scourges on the other hand: Since then the states of good or evil depend Upon his Will, (fond mortal) thou, attend Upon his Wisdom; Why should living Dust Complain on Heaven because that Heaven is just? ELEG. 14. O Let the balance of our euen-poised hearts, Weigh our afflictions with our just deserts, And ease our heavy scale; Double the grains We take from sin, Heaven taketh from our pains; Oh, let thy lowly-bended eyes not fear Th' Almighty's frowns, nor husband one poor tear; Be prodigal in sighs, and let thy tongue, Thy tongue, estranged to Heaven, cry all night long: My soul, thou leav'st, what thy Creator did Will thee to do, hast done what he forbid; This, this, hath made so great a strangeness be, (If not divorce) betwixt thy GOD, and thee. ELEG. 15. Prepared to vengeance, and resolved to spoil, Thy hand (just GOD) hath taken in thy toil Our wounded souls; That Arm, which hath forgot His wont mercy, kills and spareth not; Our Crimes have let a Bar, betwixt thy Grace And Us; thou hast eclipsed thy glorious Face, Hast stopped thy gracious Ear, lest prayers enforce Thy tender Heart to pity and remorse: See, see, great GOD, what thy dear Hand hath done; We lie like dross, when all the gold is gone, Contemned despised, and like to Atoms, fly Before the Sun, the scorn of every eye. ELEG. 16. QVotidian fevers of reproach, and shame, Have chilled our Honour, and renowned Name; We are become the Byword, and the scorn Of Heaven and Earth; of Heaven and Earth, forlorn; Our captived souls are compassed round about, Within, with troops of Fears; of Foes, without; Without, within distressed; and in conclusion, We are the hapless children of Confusion; Oh, how mine eyes, the rivers of mine eyes, O'erflow these barren lips, that can devose No Dialect, that can express or borrow Sufficient Metaphors, to show my sorrow! ELEG. 17. Rivers of marish tears have overflown My blubbered cheeks; my tongue can find no Tone, So sharp, as silence, to bewail that woe, Whose flowing Tides, an Ebb could never know: Weep on (mine Eyes) mine eyes shall never cease: Speak on (my Tongue) forget to hold thy peace; Cease not thy tears; close not thy lips, so long, Till Heaven shall wipe thine eyes, & hear thy tongue; Whatheart of brass, what Adamantine breast Can know the torments of my soul, and rest? What stupid brain, (ah me!) what marble eye Can see these, these my Ruins, and not cry? ELEG. 22. YEt sleeps thy Vengeance? Can thy justice be So slow to them, and yet so sharp to me? Dismount (just judge) from thy Tribunal Throne, And pay thy Foemen, the deserved loan Of their unjust designs; Make fierce thy hand, And scourge thou them, as they have scourged my land; Break thou their Adamantine hearts, and pound them To dust, and with thy final curse confound them; Let horror seize their souls; o may they be The scorn of Nations, that have scorned Thee; O, may they live distressed, and die bereaven Of earth's delights, and of the joys of Heaven. ZIONS' ELEGIES. Threnodia FOUR ELEG. 1. ALas! what alterations! Ah, how strange Amazement flows from such an uncouth change! Ambitious Ruin! Could thy razing hand Find ne'er a subject, but the Holy Land? Thou sacrilegious Ruin, to attempt The House of GOD! Was not heaven's house exempt From thy accursed Rape? Ah me! Behold, Zion, whose pavement of refulgent gold, So lately did reflect, so bright, so pure, How dim, how droffie now, (ah!) how obscure! Her sacred stones lie scattered in the street, For stumbling blocks before the Levites feet. ELEG. 6. Foul Sodom, and incestuous Gomorrow Had my destruction, but ne'er my sorrow; Vengeance had mercy there; Her hand did send A sharp beginning, but a sudden end; justice was mild, and with her hasty flashes They fell, and sweetly slept in peaceful Ashes; They felt no rage of an insulting Foe, Nor Famine pinching fury, as I do; They had no sacred Temple to defile; Or if they had, they would have helped to spoil; They died but once, but I, poor wretched I, Die many deaths, and yet have more to die. ELEG: 7. GOld, from the mint; Milk, from the uberous Cow, Was ne'er so pure in substance, nor in show, As were my Nazarites, whose inward graces Adorned the outward lustre of their faces; Their faces robbed the Lily, and the Rose, Of red and white; more fair, more sweet than those; Their bodies were the Magazens of perfection, Their skins unblemished, were of pure complexion, Through which, their Saphire-coloured veins descried The Azure beauty of their naked pride; The flaming Carbuncle was not so bright, Nor yet the rare discoloured Chrysolit. ELEG. 8. HOw are my sacred Nazarites (that were The blazing Planets of my glorious Sphere) Obscured, and darkened in Afflictions cloud? Astonished at their own disguise, they shroud Their foul transformed shapes, in the dull shade Of sullen darkness; of themselves afraid; See, how the brother gazes on the brother, And both affrighted, start, and fly each other; Black, as their Fates, they cross the streets, unkend; The Sire, his son; The friend disclaims his friend; They, they that were the flowers of my Land, Like withered Weeds, and blasted Hemlock stand. ELEG. 9 IMpetuous Famine, sister to the Sword, Left hand of Death, Child of th'infernal Lord, Thou Tort'rer of mankind, that with one stroke, Subjects the world to thy imperious yoke: What pleasure tak'st thou in the tedious breath Of pined mortals? or their lingering death? The Sword, thy generous brother's not so cruel, He kills but once, fights in a noble Duel, But thou (malicious Fury) dost extend Thy spleen to all, whose death can find no end; Alas! my hapless wear can want no woe, That feels the rage of Sword, and Famine too. ELEG. 10. Kind is that Death, whose weapons do but kill, But we are often slain, yet dying still; Our torments are too gentle, yet too rough, They gripe too hard, because not hard enough; My people tear their trembling flesh, for food, And from their ragged wounds, they suck forth blood; The Father dies, and leaves his pined Course, Tinrich his Heir, with meat; The hungry Nurse Broiles her starved suckling on the hasty coals, Devours one half, and hides the rest in holes: O Tyrant Famine! that compell'st the Mother, To kill one hungry Child, to feed an other! ELEG. II. LAment, o sad jerusalem, lament; O weep, if all thy tears be yet unspent; Weep (wasted judah) let no drop be kept Vnshed, let not one tear be left, unwept; For angry Heaven hath nothing left undone, To bring thy ruins to perfection: No curse, no plague the fierce Almighty hath Kept back, to sum the total of his wrath; Thy City burns; thy Zion is despoiled; Thy Wives are ravished, and thy Maids defiled; Famine, at home; the Sword abroad destroys thee; Thou criest to heaven, and heaven his caredenyes thee. ELEG. 12. MAy thy dull senses (o unhappy Nation, Possessed with nothing, now, but desolation) Collect their scattered forces, and behold Thy novel fortunes, balanced with the old; Couldst thou, o could thy prosperous heart conceive, That mortal power, or art of State could reive Thy'illustrious Empire, of her sacred glory; And make her ruins, the Threnodian story Of these sad times, and ages, yet to be? Envy could pine, but never hope to see Thy buildings crushed, and all that glory ended, Which Man so fortifyde, and Heaven defended. ELEG: 13. ne'er had the splendour of thy bright renown Been thus extinguished (judah;) Thy fast Crown, Had ne'er been spurned from thy Imperial brow, Plenty had nursed thy soul, thy peaceful plough Had filled thy fruitful Quarters with increase, Hadst thou but known thyself, and loved peace; But thou hast broke that sacred Truce, concluded Betwixt thy God, and thee; vainly deluded Thyself with thine own strength; With deadly feud Thy furious Priests, and Prophets have pursued The mourning Saints of Zion, and did slay All such, as were more just, more pure, than they. ELEG. 14. O How the Priests of Zion, whose pure light Should shine to such, as grope in Errors night, And blaze like Lamps, before the darkened eye Of Ignorance, to raise up those that lie In dull despair, and guide those feet that stray, Ay me! How blind, how dark, how dull are they! Fierce rage, and fury drives them through the street, And, like to madmen, stab at all they meet; They wear the purple Livery of Death, And live themselves, by drawing others breath; Say (wasted Zion) could Revenge behold So foul an acted Scene as this, and hold? ELEG. 15. Prophet's, and sacred Priests, whose tongues whilere, Did often whisper in th' Eternals ear, Disclosed his Oracles, found ready passage 'twixt God, and Man, to carry heaven's Embassage, Are now the subjects of deserved scorn, Of GOD forsaken, and of Man forlorn; Accursed Gentiles are ashamed to know, What Zions Priests are not ashamed to do; They see, and blush, and blushing flee away, Fearing to touch things so defiled as they; They hate the filth of their abomination, And chase them forth, from their new conquered nation. ELEG. 16. QVite banished from the joys of earth, and smiles Of heaven, and deeply buried in her spoils, Poor judah lies; unpitied, disrespected; Exiled the World; of GOD, of Man rejected; Like blasted ears among the fruitful wheat, She roams dispersed, and hath no certain seat; Her servile neck's subjected to the yoke Of bondage, open to th' impartial stroke Of conquering Gentiles, whose afflicting hand Smites every nook of her disguized Land; Of Youth respectless, nor regarding years, Nor Sex, nor Tribe; like scourging Prince, and Peers. ELEG. 17. Rend, and deposed from Imperial state, By heaven's high Hand, on heaven we must await; To him that struck, our sorrows must appeal; Where Heaven hath smit, no hand of man can heal; In vain, our wounds expected man's relief, For disappointed Hopes renew a Grief; Egypt oppressed us in our father's loins, What hope's in Egypt? Nay, if Egypt joins Her force with judah, our united powers, Could ne'er prevail 'gainst such a Foe, as ours; Egypt, that once did feel heaven's scourge, for grieving His Flock, would now refined it, for relieving. ELEG. 18. SO, the quick-sented Beagles, in a view, O'er hill, and dale, the fleeing Chase pursue, As swift-foot Death, and Ruin follow me, That flees, afraid, yet knows not where to flee: Flee to the fields? There, with the Sword, I meet, And, like a Watch, Death stands in every street; No Covert hides from Death; no Shade, no Cells So dark, wherein not Death, and Horror dwells; Our Days are numbered, and our Number's done, The empty Hourglass of our glory's run; Our sins are summed, and so extreme's the score, That Heaven could not do less, nor Hell do more. ELEG. 19 TO what a downfall are our fortunes come, Subjected to the sufferance of a Doom, Whose lingering torments, Hell could not conspire More sharp! Then which, Hell needs no other fire: How nimble are our Foemen, to betray Our souls? Eagles are not so swift as they: Where shall we flee? Or where shall sorrow find A place for harbour? Ah, what prosperous wind, Will lend a Gale, whose bounty ne'er shall cease, Till we be landed on the I'll of peace? My foes, more fierce, then empty Lions, are, For hungry Lions, wooed with tears, will spare. ELEG. 20. Usurping Gentiles rudely have engrossed Into their hands, those fortunes we have lost, Devour the fruits, that purer hands did plant, Are plump and pamp'red; with that bread we want, And (what is worse than death) a Tyrant treads Upon our Throne; Pagans adorn their heads, With our lost Crowns; Their powers have disjointed The Members of our State, and heavens Anointed, Their hands have crushed, and ravished from his Throne, And made a Slave, for Slaves to tread upon; Needs must that flock be scattered, and accursed, Where Wolves have dared to seize the Shepherd, first. ELEG. 21. Waxefat with laughing (Edom;) with glad eyes, Behold the fullness of our miseries; Triumph (thou Type of Antichrist) and feed Thy soul with joy, to see thy brother's seed Ruined, and rend, and rooted from the earth; Make haste, and solace thee with early mirth; But there's a time, shall teach thee how to weep, As many tears, as I; thy lips, as deep Shall drink in sorrow's Cup, as mine have done, Till then, cheer up thy spirits, and laugh on: Offended justice often strikes by turns; Edom, beware, for thy next neighbour burns. ELEG. 22. Ye drooping sons of Zion, o, arise, And shut the Floodgates of your flowing eyes, Surcease your sorrows, and your joys attend, For Heaven hath spoke it, and your griefs shall end; Believe it Zion; seek no curious sign, And wait heaven's pleasure, as heaven waited thine; And thou triumphing Edom, that dost lie In beds of Roses; thou, whose prosperous eye Did smile, to see the Gates of Zion fall, Shalt be subjected to the selfsame thrall; Zion, that weeps, shall smile; and Edom's eye, That smiles so fast, as fast shall shortly cry. The Prophet JEREMY his Prayer for the distressed people of JERUSALEM, and ZION. GReat God, before whose all-discerning eye, The secret corners of man's heart, do lie As open as his Actions, which no Cloud Of secrecy can shade; no shade can shroud, Behold the Tears, o, hearken to the Cries Of thy poor Zion; Wipe her weeping eyes, Bind up her bleeding wounds, o thou, that art The best Chirurgeon, for a broken heart: See, how the barbarous Gentiles have intruded Into the Land of Promise, and excluded Those rightful Owners, from their just possessions, That wander now, full laden with oppressions; Our Fathers (ab) their savage hands have slain, Whose deaths, our widdow-mothers' weep in vain; Our Springs, whose Crystal plenty, once disbursed Their bounteous favours, to quench every thirst; Our liberal Woods, whose palsie-shaken tops, To every stranger, bowed their yielding lops, Are sold to us, that have no price to pay, But sweat, and toil, the sorrows of the day; Oppressors trample on our servile necks, We never cease to groan, nor they, to vex; Famine, and Dearth have taught our hands t'extend To Ashur, and our feeble knees, to bend To churlish Pharoe; Want of bread compels Thy servants to beg Alms of Infidels; Our wretched Fathers sinned, and yet they sleep In peace, and have left us, their sons, to weep; We, we extracted from their sinful loins, Are guilty of their sins; Their Ossa joins, To our high Pelion; Ay! their crimes do stand, More firmly entailed to us, than our Land: We are the slaves of servants, and the scorn Of slaves; of all forsaken, and forlorn; Hunger hath forced us, to acquire our food, With deepest danger, of our dearest blood; Our skins are wrinkled, and the fruitless ploughs Of want, have fallowed up our barren brows; Within that Zion, which thy hands did build, Our Wives were ravished, and our Maids defiled; Our savage Fee, extends his barbarous rage To all, nor sparing Sex, nor Youth, nor Age; They hang our Princes, on the shameful Trees Of Death; respect no Persons, no Degrees; Our Elders are despised, whose grey hairs, Are but the Index of their doting years; Our flowering youth are forced to fulfil Their painful tasks, in the laborious Mill; Our Children faint, beneath their loads, and cry, Oppressed with burdens, under which they lie; Sages are banished from juditiall Courts, And Youth takes no delight in youthful sports; Our joys are gone, and promise no returning, Our pleasure's turned to pain; our mirth, to mourning; Our Hand hath lost her Sword; our Head, his Crown; Our Church, her Glory; our Weal, her high Renown; Lord, we have sinned, and these our sins have brought This world of grief; (O purchase dear bought!) From hence our sorrows, and from hence our Fears Proceed; for this, our eyes are blind with Tears; But that (aye that) which my poor heart doth count Her sharpest torture, is; Thy sacred Mount, Sacred Mount Zion; Zion, that divine Seat of thy glory's razed; her tender Vine, Laden with swelling Clusters, is destroyed, And Foxes now, what once thy Lambs, enjoyed. But thou (O thou Eternal God) whose Throne Is permanent, whose glory's ever One, Unapt for Change, abiding still the same, Though Earth consume, and Heaven dissolve her frame, Why dost thou (ah!) why dost thou thus absent Thy glorious Face? Oh, wherefore hast thou rend Thy Mercy from us? O! when wilt thou be Attond to them, that have no trust, but Thee. Restore us (Lord) and let our souls possess Our wont peace; O, let thy Hand redress, Our wasted fortunes; Let thine Eye behold Thy scattered Flock, and drive them to their Fold; Canst thou reject that People, which thy Hand Hath chose, and planted in the promised Land? O thou (the Spring of mercy) wilt thou send No ease to our Afflictions, no end? FINIS.