But now I am come to vex thee with pain,
Which makest Treasure thy castle and rock:
Thou shall know that both she and Pleasure is vain,
And that the Almighty thou canst not mock.
Anguish and grief into thee I do cast,
With pain in thy members continually.
Now thou hast pain, thy pleasure cannot last,
But I will expel him incontinently.
Lust. O Cock's heart! what a pestilence is this!
Depart from me, I say, hence, God's Visitation!