Could all thy Oaths and mortgag’d trust,
Banish like Letters form’d in dust, [? vanish]
Which the next wind scatters? take heed,
Take heed Revolter; know this deed
Hath wrong’d the world, which will fare worse
By thy example, than thy curse.
Hide that false brow in mists; thy shame
Ne’re see light more, but the dimme flame
Of Funerall-lamps; thus sit and moane,
And learn to keep thy guilt at home;