How powerfull doth it tyrannize!
Whose monstrous storme should they detract
They famine sooner would affect.
And since those shadowes which oppresse
My sight begin
To cleere, and show the shape of sinne,
A Scorpion sooner be my guest,
And warme his venome in my brest.
May I before I growe so vile
By sinne agen,