From William Leeman but found via SkepChick, in turn found via The Penguin.
(If you've never read Time considered as a helix of semi precious stones you should; though it isn't quite as good as its title).
While I'm here, do you fancy some of that John "wacko" 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, 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…
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