I . . . was bound not by an iron imposed by anyone else but by the iron of my own choice. The enemy had a grip on my will and so made a chain for me to hold me a prisoner. The consequence of a distorted will is passion. By servitude to passion*, habit is formed, and habit to which there is no resistance becomes necessity. By these links . . . connected one to another . . . a harsh bondage held me under restraint. --Augustine
*(passion for anything--- diamonds or drugs, position or power, grades or times, relationships, etc)
Batter my heart... John Donne
- 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, blow, 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 dearley'I love you,'and would be loved 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.
