| 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. | |
| I, like an usurped town, to another due, | 5 |
| Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end. | |
| Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, | |
| But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. | |
| Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, | |
| But am betrothed unto your enemy: | 10 |
| 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. | |