Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one: br Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot br A constant habit; that when I would not br I change in vows, and in devotion. br As humorous is my contrition br As my profane love, and as soon forgot: br As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot, br As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none. br I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today br In prayers and flattering speeches I court God: br Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod. br So my devout fits come and go away br Like a fantastic ague; save that here br Those are my best days, when I shake with feare.