At this last stroke thus totally o'rethrown, Apostasie now seal'd him all her own. Here ope'd that gaping Breach, that fatal door, Which now let in a thousand Ruines more. All the bright Virtues, and each dazling Grace, Which his rich Veins drew from a God-like Race; The Mercy, and the Clemency Divine, Those Sacred Beams which in mild _David_ shine; Those Royal Sparks, his Native Seeds of Light, Were all put out, and left a Starless Night. A long farewel to all that's Great and Brave: Not Cataracts more headstrong; as the Grave Inexorable; Sullen and Untun'd As Pride depos'd; scarce _Lucifer_ dethron'd More Unforgiving; his enchanted Soul Had drank so deep of the bewitching Bowl, Till he whose hand, with _Judahs_ Standart, bore Her Martial Thunder to the _Tyrian_ shore, Arm'd in her Wars, and in her Laurels crown'd; Now all forgotten at one stagg'ring wound, Falling from _Israels_ Faith; from _Israels_ Cause, Peace, Honour, Int'rest, all at once withdraws: Nor is he deaf t'a Kingdoms Groans alone, But could behold ev'n _Davids_ shaking Throne; _David_, whose Bounty rais'd his glittering Pride, The Basis of his Glories Pyramide. But Duty, Gratitude, all ruin'd fall: Zeal blazes, and Oblivion swallows all. So _Sodom_ did both burnt and drown'd expire; A poyson'd Lake succeeds a Pile of Fire. On this Foundation _Baals_ last Hope was built, The sure Retreat for all their Sallying Guilt: A Royal Harbour, where the rowling Pride Of _Israels_ Foes might safe at Anchor ride; Defie all Dangers, and even Tempests scorn, Though _Judahs_ God should Thunder in the Storm.