Immortal Heat, O let your 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 you way.
Then shall our hearts pant thee; then shall our brain
All her invention on your Altar lay,
And there in hymns send back your fire again:
Our eyes shall see you, which before saw dust;
Dust blown by wit, till that they both were blind:
You shall recover all your goods in kind,
Who were diseaséd by usurping lust:
All knees shall bow to you; all wits shall rise,
And praise him who did make and mend our eyes.
George Herbert, Love II, in The Temple (1633).