John Donne   HOLY SONNETS. XIV. 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, Labour to admit you, but O, 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 betroth'd unto your enemy ; 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. Source: Donne, John. Poems of John Donne. vol I. E. K. Chambers, ed. London: Lawrence & Bullen, 1896. 165. Lucas Cranach, the Elder. The Trinity. From CGFA. to Works of John Donne Site copyright ©1996-2003 Anniina Jokinen.All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on August 6, 1996. Last updated on September 8, 2003. Background by the kind permission of Stormi Wallpaper Boutique.