Lord, I have left all and myself behind: My state, my hopes, my strength, and present ease, My unprovokèd studies' sweet disease, And touch of nature and engrafted kind, Whose cleaving twist doth distant tempers bind; And gentle sense of kindness that doth praise The earnest judgments, others' wills to please; All and myself I leave, thy love to find. O strike my heart with lightning from above, That from one wound both fire and blood may spring; Fire to transelement my soul to love, And blood as oil to keep the fire burning; That fire may draw forth blood, blood extend fire, Desire possession, possession desire.