Batter my heart, four-seasoned god,
Breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
O'erthrow me, and bend your force;
Break, blow, burn and make me new.
Reason, your viceroy, proves weak and untrue;
Untie or break that knot, take me.
Except you enthrall me, never shall I be free,
Nor chaste, except you ravish me.