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,