| Batter my heart, three person’d God; |
| for you
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| As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;
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| That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
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| Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new
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| I, like an usurpt towne, to another due
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| Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end
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| Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend
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| But is captiv’d, and proves weake or untrue
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| Yet dearely I love you, and would be loved faine
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| But am betroth’d unto your enemie:
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| Divorce mee, untie, or breake that knot againe
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| Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
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| Except you enthrall mee, never shall be free
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| Nor ever chaste, except you ravish mee |