Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one: <br />Inconstancy unnaturally hath begott <br />A constant habit; that when I would not <br />I change in vowes, and in devotione. <br />As humorous is my contritione <br />As my prophane Love, and as soone forgott: <br />As ridlingly distemper'd, cold and hott, <br />As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none. <br />I durst not view heaven yesterday; and to day <br />In prayers, and flattering speaches I court God: <br />To morrow I quake with true feare of his rod. <br />So my devout fitts come and go away <br />Like a fantistique Ague: save that here <br />Those are my best dayes, when I shake with feare.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-xix-oh-to-vex-me/
