Classic Poem

That Vertue , through whose power rulde is my soule;
(Only through Vertuous Love , from Love set free)
Takes force afresh as one that would controule;
And finding stronge himselfe within to bee,
  Unbridled Will he seekes to bridle now,
 And tries to breake what fore he scarce could bow.

New Lords, new Lawes; New Customes breake the Olde,
And where before a dark and mistie clowde,
My minde as in a prison did infolde,
Now is it loosde from out that gloomie shrowde,
 My Hart doth jump even just with his desire,
 And by their Eye know both what to require.

My watchfull Soule recovered hath well nie,
The former, state in which he lived in:
And being free, doth call to memorie,
What (bound) he did forget through wretched sin,
 While for his life repentant he attends,
 Immortally to live for his amends.

Not any part there is of Bodie mine,
But filled is with true, not false Delight;
Yet doth it grieve still at her former Crime,
And with Remorse doth mortifie the Spright,
 Whilst wronged Soule, on Others layes the blame,
 Yet reprehends her selfe even for the same.