Oh to vex me contraryes meet in one
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begott
A constant habit that when I would not
I change in vowes and in devotione
As humorous is my contritione
As my prophane love and as soone forgott
As ridlingly distemper'd cold and hott
As praying as mute as infinite as none
I durst not view heaven yesterday and to day
In prayers and flattering speaches I court God
To morrow I quake with true feare of his rod
So my devout fitts come and go away
Like a fantistique Ague save that here
Those are my best dayes when I shake with feare
