The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 15 - John Dryden

Rend heaven with female shrieks, and wring their hands.

All pressing on, pursuers and pursued,

Are crushed in crowds, a mingled multitude.

Some happy few escape: the throng too late

Rush on for entrance, till they choke the gate.

Even in the sight of home, the wretched sire

Looks on, and sees his helpless son expire,

Then, in a fright, the folding gates they close,

But leave their friends excluded with their foes.