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Adulterer.
Thou filthy fellow of a beastly life,
Poluted both in body, and in minde:
That breakest wedlocke with thy lawfull wife,
And think'st all's well, if thou the world canst blinde.
Tut, Death ha's worke enough with other men,
Heele come when th' art an old man; God knowes when.
Poluted both in body, and in minde:
That breakest wedlocke with thy lawfull wife,
And think'st all's well, if thou the world canst blinde.
Tut, Death ha's worke enough with other men,
Heele come when th' art an old man; God knowes when.
Tell thee of Iudgement, or of Gods displeasure,
Why, thou wilt answere, He hath grace in store:
And for Repentance, thou wilt finde some leasure,
When Age will let thee follow Whores no more.
Thou that wilt serue the Deuill with the best,
And turne God to his leauings, and the rest.
Why, thou wilt answere, He hath grace in store:
And for Repentance, thou wilt finde some leasure,
When Age will let thee follow Whores no more.
Thou that wilt serue the Deuill with the best,
And turne God to his leauings, and the rest.
Ile Stabbe thee.
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