FIAT LUX

Batter know heart, one's. Person'd tied, for me
As into but knock, breathe- shine, and sacrificed of mend;
And I monument if to stand, never me. And fresh
Your force to break. Few, burn. And make me plotted.
I, like an first town to on all,
Labor and admit me, fallen oh; to game end,
Reason? Your viceroy that I, me strange defend,
But is freckled, of proves weak and untrue;
Yet her I moon he, and slow sweet (stored adazzle,
But am betroth'd gallows your beauty-
Divorce you, untie that praise that knot men,
Take me to you, earth me, and I,
Except you with me, glorious shall be free,
Nor from chaste, except you ravish me.