Batter my heart (Holy Sonnet 14)
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. (lines 5-8)
But am betroth'd unto your enemy, (line 10)
Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, (lines 12-13)