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 make me new....
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall me, shall never be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
John Donne (1572-1631) Holy Sonnet 14
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