But this I say, if vice be once in vre,
The more you shall to quite your selfe require,
The more you plunge your selfe in fulsome mire,
As hee that striues in soakte quicke sirts[340] of sand,
Still sinkes, scarce euer[341] comes agayne to land.
8.
The giftes of grace may nature ouercome,
And God may graunt the time when wee repent.
But I did still in laps of lewdnes runne:
At last my selfe to cruelty I bent.