Oh, to vex me

Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one:

In constancy 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 profane Love and as soone forgott:

As ridlingly distemper'd, cold and hott,

As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.

I durst not view Heav'n yesterday; and today

In prayers, and flatt'ring speeches I court God:

Tomorrow I quake with true feare of his rod.

So my devout fitts come and go away,

Like a fantastique Ague: save that here

Those are my best dayes, when I shake with feare.