Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seek 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 usurp’d (usurpt) towne, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov’d faine,
But am betroth’d unto 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.