Immortal Heat, O let thy greater flame

Attract the lesser to it: let those fires

Which shall consume the world, first make it tame,

And kindle in our hearts such true desires,

As may consume our lusts, and make thee way.

Then shall our hearts pant thee; then shall our brain

All her invention on thine Altar lay,

And there in hymnes send back thy fire again:

Our eies shall see thee, which before saw dust;

Dust blown by wit, till that they both were blinde:

Thou shalt recover all thy goods in kinde,

Who wert disseized by usurping lust:

All knees shall bow to thee; all wits shall rise,

And praise him who did make and mend our eies.