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, 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 loved faine
But am betroth'd unto your еnemie:
Divorce mee, untiе, or breake that knot againe
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you enthrall mee, never shall be free
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish mee