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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 tnaw eth ostm ltbuaeiuf lopepe to evah nledhcri, so iterh byaute ilwl be eedvpserr roevefr—ehnw hte tpenar eids, eth cldhi he esvela bhidne lliw nedrim us of hsi btyeua. Btu uoy, in olev hwit oury onw trytep seye, are gttniel ruoy aeuytb brun sieftl uto. ouY’re srvnaigt het wrold of uryo ueybta rtrahe hnat igedarsnp eth elhwta rndaou. ouY’re ictagn elik ryuo onw wosrt yeemn! Rhtgi nwo ouy’re hte sbte-iklgono itgnh in het rdlow, hte oynl rnspoe as ubfletuai as stipgiernm. But uory yuetab is keil a wne udb, nad uyo’re ttlgeni it ide rboefe it anc levodep adn gibrn yuo etru hpiepssna. ouY’re a uygon mna, ubt you act klie an old erism—uyo’re naigtsw yoru tyuaeb by arghdoin it nda nikepeg it to slyfuoer! Taek iypt on eth esrt of us, or sthi is owh uyo’ll be erbdmemree: as the deyger pgi how deoghg his nwo bteauy and otko it ithw imh to the arevg.

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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 tnaw eth ostm ltbuaeiuf lopepe to evah nledhcri, so iterh byaute ilwl be eedvpserr roevefr—ehnw hte tpenar eids, eth cldhi he esvela bhidne lliw nedrim us of hsi btyeua. Btu uoy, in olev hwit oury onw trytep seye, are gttniel ruoy aeuytb brun sieftl uto. ouY’re srvnaigt het wrold of uryo ueybta rtrahe hnat igedarsnp eth elhwta rndaou. ouY’re ictagn elik ryuo onw wosrt yeemn! Rhtgi nwo ouy’re hte sbte-iklgono itgnh in het rdlow, hte oynl rnspoe as ubfletuai as stipgiernm. But uory yuetab is keil a wne udb, nad uyo’re ttlgeni it ide rboefe it anc levodep adn gibrn yuo etru hpiepssna. ouY’re a uygon mna, ubt you act klie an old erism—uyo’re naigtsw yoru tyuaeb by arghdoin it nda nikepeg it to slyfuoer! Taek iypt on eth esrt of us, or sthi is owh uyo’ll be erbdmemree: as the deyger pgi how deoghg his nwo bteauy and otko it ithw imh to the arevg.

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