Batter my heart, three-personed God; for youAsyet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;ThatI may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bendYourforce to break, blow, burn and make me new,I,like an usurped town, to another due,Laborto admit you, but O, to no end;Reason,your viceroy in me, me should...
