That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget. - John Donne

I think it mercy if Thou wilt forget.

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.

Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, 'tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feigned deaths to die.

I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid.