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 RAINY SUMMER by ALICE MEYNELL THE GRAVE OF HOMER by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE SONNET: A PREACHER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN EPIGRAM ON WOMAN by PHILIP AYRES A COMPARISON OF THE LIFE OF MAN by RICHARD BARNFIELD TO JOANNA, ON SENDING ME THE LEAF OF A FLOWER ... WORDSWORTH'S GARDEN by BERNARD BARTON |