Classic Poem

Sonnet vii

The Griefe was common, common were the Cryes,
Teares, Sobbes, and Groanes of that afflicted Traine,
Which of Gods chosen did the Summe containe,
And Earth rebounded with them, pierc'd were Skies;
All good had left the World, each Vice did raigne,
In the most hideous shapes Hell could devise,
And all degrees, and each Estate did staine,
Nor further had to goe, whom to surprise:
The World beneath the Prince of Darknesse lay,
In everie Phane who had himselfe install'd,
Was sacrifiz'd unto, by Prayers call'd,
Responses gave, which (Fooles) they did obey:
When (pittying Man) God of a Virgines wombe
Was borne, and those false Deities strooke dombe.