Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one: <br />Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot <br />A constant habit; that when I would not <br />I change in vows, and in devotion. <br />As humorous is my contrition <br />As my profane love, and as soon forgot: <br />As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot, <br />As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none. <br />I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today <br />In prayers and flattering speeches I court God: <br />Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod. <br />So my devout fits come and go away <br />Like a fantastic ague; save that here <br />Those are my best days, when I shake with fear.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-sonnet-xix-oh-to-vex-me-contraries-meet-in-one/
