Batter my heart, three-person'd 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 usurp'd town to another due
Labor 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 fain
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again
Take mе to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall mе, never shall be free
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me