JOHN DONNE (1572 -
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SONETO SACRO XIV
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Butter
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 mee,’ and bend Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new. I, like an usurpe 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 dearely’I love you, and would be lov’d 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, never shall be free, Not ever chast, except you ravish mee. |
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