Classic Poem

Deere Mother, in whose Wombe my vitall flame
Was kindled first by the Almightie's breath,
Lend me thy name , to adde vnto my name ,
That one, with other, may keepe both from death:

Vnto thy conscience I (poore I) appeale,
Whether or no, I haue deserved it;
My conscience telles me I haue sought thy weale
With al my skill , my will , my woorth , my witte .

Iudge God , iudge good men , iudge my truth herein,
Impartiall Iudges you shall iudge for me;
If so, my soule is sear'd, or I haue bin
(Deere Mother) what I now would seeme, to thee:
And doe confesse, though vnkinde Parents proue
Yet are their children bound to seeke their loue.