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Eleg. 15.

Prepar'd to vengeance, and resolv'd to spoile,
Thy hand (just GOD) hath taken in thy toile
Our wounded soules; That arme which hath forgot
His wonted mercy, kills and spareth not;
Our crimes have set a barre betwixt thy Grace
And us: thou hast eclipst thy glorious face,
Hast stopt thy gracious eare, lest prayers enforce
Thy tender Heart to pity and remorse:
See, see great GOD, what thy deare hand hath done;
We lie like drosse, when all the gold is gone,
Contemn'd, despis'd, and like to Atomes, flye
Before the Sunne, the scorne of every eye.