Which did proud fallacies admit:
And vow to heare no follies more;
Deafe to the charmes of sinne and wit.
My hands (which when they toucht some faire
Imagin'd such an excellence,
As th' Ermines skin ungentle were)
Contract themselves, and loose all sence.
But you bold sinners! still pursue
Your valiant wickednesse, and brave
Th' Almighty Justice: hee'le subdue