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| Which pray'd forgivenesse for his foes fierce spight? |
| No, no; but as in my idolatrie |
| I said to all my profane mistresses, |
| Beauty, of pitty, foulnesse onely is |
| A signe of rigour: so I say to thee, |
| To wicked spirits are horrid shapes assign'd, |
| This beauteous forme assumes a pitious minde. |
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| X. |
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| 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 lov'd faine, |
| But am betroth'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.
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[CW: XI.] |