O God, seest thou this, and yet wilt suffer it?
Surely thy mercy is great; but yet our sins, I fear,
Are so great, that of justice with them thou canst not bear.
Adultery no vice, it is a thing so rife,
A stale jest now to lie with another man's wife!
For what is that but dalliance? Covetousness they call
Good husbandry, when one man would fain have all.
And eke alike to that is unmerciful extortion,
A sin in sight of God of great abhomination:
For pride, that is now a grace; for round about