Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Batter my heart, three personed God; for, you 
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; 
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee,'and bend 
Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new. 
I, like an usurpt towne, to another due,         
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end, 
Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend, 
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue. 
Yet dearly I love you,'and would be loved fain, 
But am betrothed unto your enemy:  
Divorce me,'untie, or break that knot again; 
Take me to you, imprison me, for I 
Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free, 
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

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