Hell is design'd for sinne a grave.
My frighted flesh trembles to dust,
My blood ebbes fearefully away:
Both guilty that they did to lust,
And vanity, my youth betray.
My eyes, which from each beautious sight
Drew Spider-like blacke venome in:
Close like the marigold at night
Opprest with dew to bath my sin.
My eares shut up that easie dore