John‏ Biddolf

“ And all distracted fly they know not where. 50
Destruction drives them from their dear Abodes,
And where their Safety was, fell Ruin nodds.
Husbands are here seen pressing thro’ the Throng,
Nor know they drag their clinging Wives along.
Coy Virgins of their Lovers once afraid, 55
Now hang on Strangers Necks and court their Aid. ”

“ And wail’d Mankind, while round him roll’d the Flood.
But yet resign’d to that all pow’rful Sway,
That kills and saves, that gives and takes away,
Like Job he griev’d, like Job he kiss’d the Rod,
And own’d the Justice of his angry God. ”

“ Lo where in AEtna’s Womb the Grecian Sage, 210
Plunging a voluntary Death endures,
And seeks a Fate to find a Fame like yours;
But more than AEtna’s Flames your Relicts burn,
Your Pile’s a Continent, a Realm your Urn. ”