Whose high prerogative it was alone
To raise a ruin'd, and secure an envied throne.
V.
Then angry Heav'n began to frown,
From Heav'n a dreadful pestilence came down,
On every side did lamentations rise;
Baleful sigh, and heavy groan,
All was plaint, and all was moan!
The pious friend with trembling love,
90Scarce had his latest kindness done,