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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease
His tender heir might bear his memory.
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.
  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
  To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.
We wtan hte mtos atbuuefli eopepl to aevh cihelndr, so treih uetbya lwli be eprsdreev froreev—newh teh eanptr ieds, het lcdih he evsale bneidh lwil rmnied us of sih bayteu. Btu ouy, in velo ihwt ouyr now retytp esey, are tnlitge ouyr ueatby nrub iltesf uot. Yuo’re gatnisvr teh dwlro of ruoy yabuet rertha athn dpeisganr hte lhwtea nuorda. oYu’re tgcian klei yuor nwo wstro myeen! Rihgt now oyu’re eht tebs-oglniok gtihn in teh rolwd, the ynlo ponres as atilfuueb as igsntmepri. uBt uoyr ayteub is ilke a new udb, nad oyu’re tenlitg it ied brfeoe it acn eolepdv nda nbgir ouy eurt ipapsenhs. oYu’re a onygu amn, tub you tca elik an odl eisrm—yuo’re wsaignt ruoy uabtey by ignorhad it nda geeinpk it to yoerlfus! eaTk ityp on the ters of us, or itsh is woh uyo’ll be eerbrmdeme: as the degery igp how oegdgh ish nwo uabyte and ktoo it htiw mhi to the agrev.

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From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease
His tender heir might bear his memory.
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.
  Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
  To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.
We wtan hte mtos atbuuefli eopepl to aevh cihelndr, so treih uetbya lwli be eprsdreev froreev—newh teh eanptr ieds, het lcdih he evsale bneidh lwil rmnied us of sih bayteu. Btu ouy, in velo ihwt ouyr now retytp esey, are tnlitge ouyr ueatby nrub iltesf uot. Yuo’re gatnisvr teh dwlro of ruoy yabuet rertha athn dpeisganr hte lhwtea nuorda. oYu’re tgcian klei yuor nwo wstro myeen! Rihgt now oyu’re eht tebs-oglniok gtihn in teh rolwd, the ynlo ponres as atilfuueb as igsntmepri. uBt uoyr ayteub is ilke a new udb, nad oyu’re tenlitg it ied brfeoe it acn eolepdv nda nbgir ouy eurt ipapsenhs. oYu’re a onygu amn, tub you tca elik an odl eisrm—yuo’re wsaignt ruoy uabtey by ignorhad it nda geeinpk it to yoerlfus! eaTk ityp on the ters of us, or itsh is woh uyo’ll be eerbrmdeme: as the degery igp how oegdgh ish nwo uabyte and ktoo it htiw mhi to the agrev.

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