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 usurpt town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to...
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All things uncomely and broken, |
Heart, we will forget him! When you have done, pray tell me |
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, |