Classic Poem

Eyes, can you tell mee wher my hart remaines?
Have you nott seene itt in these lovely eyes?
With pride showe you the place itt ther retaines,
And baby-like still passtime as itt lies?

Or can you in that blessed brest surprise
The run-away? when itt new triumph gaines
To lodg wher greatest harts for mercy cries?
Have you nott seene itt ther joye att theyr paines?

Iff neither wher? wher lives itt? wher abides
This careles sprite who from mee closely slides,
And hartles leavs mee? O, alas I knowe

Itt is petitioning for pitty's place
Wher love hath purest, and still during grace;
Thus while I thought itt sor'de, itt creeps beelowe.