Classic Poem

With Teares in Eyes, with drops of Blood from Hart,
With skalding sighs from inward grieved Soule,
A CONVERTITE, from Vaine LOVE now I part,
Whilst, for my Sinnes fore Heaven I do condole.
 I know, and knowledge I have lived wrong,
 And wilfull sought mine owne Destruction long.

The Temple of my Heavenly GOD I have,
For earthly Goddesse , stainde blasphemously,
Selling my selfe to Satan for his Slave ,
Whilst I transgrest in vile Apostasie .
 Banisht my selfe I have from Paradize ,
 Through thriftles Toyes of base-borne Vanities .

O thou that on swift Cherubins dost ride,
Creator of all Creatures that do live,
Whose Love was such as thou for Man hast dide,
Though he thee hated, skorned, and did grieve:
 Vouchsafe to view and rue my desprate state,
 And me once more from sinne regenerate.

Ah looke upon me with milde Mercies eye,
Clense me with purest Water of thy Grace :
Remember not how I have gone awry,
Since I renounce to runne more such a Race.
 Ah glorious Spouse , thy Beautie I desire,
 For now to Heaven , not Earth , my Thoughts aspire.