Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one: Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot A constant habit; that when I would not I change in vows, and in devotion. As humorous is my contrition As my profane love, and as soon forgot As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot, As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none. I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today In prayers, and flattering speeches I court God: Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod. So my devout fits come and go away Like a fantastic ague: save that here Those are my best days, when I shake with fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER RACHEL by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III GROWING OLD by KARLE WILSON BAKER BURY HIM DEEP by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO MRS W. ON HER EXCELLENT VERSES WRITTEN IN A FIT OF SICKNESS by APHRA BEHN |