what I have more obscurely deliver'd take this instance. You see your Belgia is at this time press'd with more than a single Calamity; the Flames of this Civil war doth enwrap it on every side: You see on all hands that Fields are wasted and spoiled, Towns are burnt and overturned; men are taken and slain; Matrons are defiled; Virgins ravished, and whatsoever inhumanities use to accompany warr. Is not here matter of Grief to you? Grief indeed; but a various and divided one (if you consider it well; inasmuch as at one and the same time, you lament your self, and your Countrymen, and your Country besides. In your self your losses, in your Countrymen their various Fortune and Death, in your Country, the change and overthrow of its State. Here you have cause to cry out; O miserable man that I am! there
The shock of Plagues brought by a hostile hand!
