They persecute, oppose, revile,
Then Freind as well as Foe they spoyle.
The beuty of the Land’s abollisht,
Such Fabericks by Art contriv’d,
The many of them quite demollisht,
And many of their homes depriv’d
Some mourn for freinds untimely ends,
And some for necessaries faint,
With which they parted by constraint.
But from those storms hath God preserved