| 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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