Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you

As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;

That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, 'and bend

Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.

I, like an usurpt towne, t'another due,

Labor to'admit you, but oh, to no end,

Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend,

But is captiv'd, and proves weake or untrue,

Yet dearely' I love you, and would be lov'd faine,

But am betroth'd unto your enemy;

Divorce me,'untie, or breake that knot againe,

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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