The Holy Sonnets of John Donne, Op. 35: No. 4, Sonnet XIX "Oh, to Vex Me" - John Donne/Mark Wilde/David Owen Norris

Lyrics by：John Donne

Composed by：Benjamin Britten

Oh to vex me contraryes meet in one

In constancy unnaturally hath begott

A constant habit that when I would not

I change in vowes and in devotione

As humorous is my contritione

As my profane Love and as soone forgott

As ridlingly distemper'd cold and hott

As praying as mute as infinite as none

I durst not view Heav'n yesterday and today

In prayers and flatt'ring speeches I court God

Tomorrow I quake with true feare of his rod

So my devout fitts come and go away

Like a fantastique Ague save that here

Those are my best dayes when I shake with feare