"Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seek to mende;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee' and bend
Your force to breake, blow, burn, and to make me new.
I, like a usurpt towne, to 'another due,
Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weake or untrue.
Yet, dearley 'I love you, 'and would be loved faine,
But am betroth'd unto your enemie,
Divorce mee, 'untie, or breake that knot againe,
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you 'enthrall mee, shall never be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee."
-Donne
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