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Are not your kisses then as filthy, and more,
As a worm sucking an envenom'd sore?
Doth not thy fearful hand in feeling quake,
As one which gathering flowers still fears a snake?
Is not your last act harsh and violent,
As when a plough a stony ground doth rent?

— John Donne Poems (1633)

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Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
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To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
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