He exercises when he hath expugn'd!
Like to the horror of a winter's thunder,
Mixt with a gushing storme, that suffer nothing15
To stirre abroad on earth but their own rages,
Is sinne, when it hath gathered head above us;
No roofe, no shelter can secure us so,
But he will drowne our cheeks in feare or woe.
Buss. Sin is a coward, madam, and insults20
But on our weaknesse, in his truest valour:
And so our ignorance tames us, that we let