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 me and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town to another due
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, yor viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captive and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed to 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.

– John Donne. Holy Sonnets, IV.

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