For now with Heaven and Earth thou art too bold,
And I must tell thee, another Winter old
Thou shall not be, thy life and soul are sold:
When flat on th' Altar Thou thyself didst lay,
Remember that thou gav'st thy Soul away
To me; and swor'st for ever thou'dst be mine,
Might'st thou but compass thy Hellish Design,
To imbrue thy Hands in Innocent Blood,
And murder all who had the face of good:
Devils and Hell thou hast in this outdone,