Classic Poem

Pardned of everie wicked fact was hee
To Hebes Temple that with praiers came,
And of such grace (in signe) his Bonds (as free)
He left hung up on high within the same.
I (Ladie) erred have, and humbly come
To thee, who art the Temple faire of love,
Offring to thee my praiers all and some;
To free me from my faults thy hart let move:
In token of which Gift, with thee Ile leave
My jelous thoughts, wherewith I did thee grieve.