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Eleg. 16.
Qvite banisht from the joyes of earth, and smiles
Of heaven, and deeply buried in her spoiles,
Poore Iudah lies; unpitied, disrespected;
Exil'd the World; of God, of Man rejected;
Like blasted eares among the fruitfull wheat,
She roames disperst, and hath no certaine seat;
Her servile neck's subjected to the yoake
Of bondage, open to th'impartiall stroake
Of conquering Gentiles, whose afflicting hand
Smites every nooke of her disguised Land;
Of Youth respectlesse, nor regarding Yeeres,
Nor Sex, nor Tribe; like scourging Prince, & Peers.
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