Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one:Inconstancy unnaturally hath begottA constant habit; that when I would notI change in vowes, and in devotione.As humorous is my contritione As my prophane Love, and as soon forgott:As riddlingly distemper'd, cold and hott As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.I durst not view heaven yesterday; and to dayIn prayers, and flatt'ring speeches I court God:To morrow I quake with true feare of his rod.So my devout fitts come and go awayLike a fantastique Ague: save that here Those are my best dayes, when I shake with feare.
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