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XIV

BATTER my heart, three person’d God; for, you

As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke 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 usurpt towne, to’another due,

Labour to’admit you, but Oh, to no end,

Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,

But is captiv’d, and proves weake or untrue.

Yet dearely’I love you,’and would be loved faine,

But am bethroth’d unto your enemie:

Divorce mee,’untie or breake that knot againe,

Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I

Except you’enthrall mee, never shall be free,

Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.

XVII

SINCE she whom I lov’d hath payd her last debt

To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,

And her Soule early into heaven ravished,

Wholly on heavenly things my mind is sett.

"Batter my heart, three person'd God;—" Oppenheimer

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