| 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 me me new. I, like an usurped town, to another due, labor to admit you, but oh, to no end, Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend, but is captived, 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 entrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. |
| "Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God" |
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