When thou, poor Excommunicate 
from all the joyes of Love shalt see 
the full reward and glorious fate, 
which my strong faith hath purchas'd me,
the curse thine owne Inconstancy:
for thou shalt weep, intreat,
complaine to Love, as I did once to thee,
when all thy teares, shall be as vaine as mine were then,
for thou shalt be damn'd for thy false Apostacy.