This Gracious Robbery shall thy bounty beAnd my best fortunes such fair spoils of me.O thou undaunted Daughter of Desires!By all thy Dow'r of Lights and Fires;By all the Eagle in thee, all the Dove;By all thy Lives and Deaths of Love;By thy large draughts of intellectual day;And by thy thirsts of Love more large then they;By all thy brim-fill'd Bowls of fierce desire;By thy last mornings draught of liquid Fire;By the full Kingdom of that final kissThat seiz'd thy parting Soul, and seal'd thee his;By all the Heav'ns thou hast in him(Fair Sister of the Seraphim)By all of Him we have in Thee;Leave nothing of my Self in me.Let me so read thy life, that IUnto all life of mine may dy.A Song.LOrd, when the sense of thy sweet GraceSends up my Soul to seek thy Face.Thy Blessed Eyes breed such desire,I dye in Love's delicious Fire.O Love, I am thy Sacrifice,Be still Triumphant, Blessed EyesStill shine on me, fair Suns, that IStill may behold, though still I dye.Second part.Though still I dye, I live again;Still longing so to be still slain,0