To his inconstant mistress

When thou, poor Excommunicate

from all the joyes of Love shalt see

the full reward and glorious fate,

which my strong faith hath purchas'd me,

the curse thine owne Inconstancy:

for thou shalt weep, intreat,

complaine to Love, as I did once to thee,

when all thy teares, shall be as vaine as mine were then,

for thou shalt be damn'd for thy false Apostacy.