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For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any,
Who for thyself art so unprovident.
Grant if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,
But that thou none lov’st is most evident;
For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate
That ‘gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O change thy thought, that I may change my mind.
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Be as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove.
  Make thee another self for love of me,
  That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
If uyo hvae yan nsese of aemhs, amidt htta uyo don’t ahev yan loev in ouyr terah orf nneayo, esnci uoy’re so winlgilun to eacr uobat lusfryeo. I’ll mdtai, if oyu ielk, ttha ymna ploepe evol ouy, but it’s aols boiovus tath uoy eolv no eon. For uyo ear so dssseepso thwi eruruodsm rethda atht you avhe no prlmeob itgoptln gsainat rofuyels, nekgsei to dostrye the hesou that you hdlosu atwn to aepirr. Oh, nahegc yruo wya of gnitnhki, so I nac nhecag my midn oatub oyu. hSdlou heta aveh a eomr auelfbuti hoem anth leov? Be osguicar adn dkin, elik oryu naeeprapac—or at altes be dnik-etdraeh to lserufyo. vHae a clhdi tuo of love orf me, so yruo tubaye wlil eilv on in oury lrhncedi, if not in yuo.

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For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any,
Who for thyself art so unprovident.
Grant if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,
But that thou none lov’st is most evident;
For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate
That ‘gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O change thy thought, that I may change my mind.
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Be as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove.
  Make thee another self for love of me,
  That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
If uyo hvae yan nsese of aemhs, amidt htta uyo don’t ahev yan loev in ouyr terah orf nneayo, esnci uoy’re so winlgilun to eacr uobat lusfryeo. I’ll mdtai, if oyu ielk, ttha ymna ploepe evol ouy, but it’s aols boiovus tath uoy eolv no eon. For uyo ear so dssseepso thwi eruruodsm rethda atht you avhe no prlmeob itgoptln gsainat rofuyels, nekgsei to dostrye the hesou that you hdlosu atwn to aepirr. Oh, nahegc yruo wya of gnitnhki, so I nac nhecag my midn oatub oyu. hSdlou heta aveh a eomr auelfbuti hoem anth leov? Be osguicar adn dkin, elik oryu naeeprapac—or at altes be dnik-etdraeh to lserufyo. vHae a clhdi tuo of love orf me, so yruo tubaye wlil eilv on in oury lrhncedi, if not in yuo.

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