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Eleg. 4.

Did not these sacred Cawsies, that are leading
To Sion, late seeme pav'd, with often treading?
Now secret Dens, for lurking Theeves to meet,
Vnprest, unlesse with sacrilegious feet;
Sion the Temple of the highest God,
Stands desolate, her holy steps untrod;

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Her Altars are defac'd, her Virgin fires
Surcease, & with a stinke, her snuff expires;
Her Priests have chang'd their Hymns to sighs and cries,
Her Virgins weepe forth Rivers from their eyes:
O Sion, thou that wert the Childe of mirth,
Art now the scorne, and By-word of the Earth?