Classic Poem

Enough ! Enough! I'le hear no more,
 And would to Heav'n I had been deaf before
 That fatal Sound had struck my Ear:
Harsh Rumor has not left so sad a note
In her hoarse Trumpet's brazen throat
To move Compassion, and inforce a Tear.
Methinks all Nature should relent, and droop,
  The Center shrink, and Heaven stoop,
  The Day be turn'd to mourning Night,
 The twinkling Stars weep out their Light,
And all things out of their Distinction run
Into their primitive Confusion.
A Chaos, with cold Darkness overspread,
Since the Illustrious Ossory is dead.