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Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside!
O blame me not if I no more can write!
Look in your glass, and there appears a face
That overgoes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then, striving to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
For to no other pass my verses tend
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell;
  And more, much more than in my verse can sit
  Your own glass shows you, when you look in it.
saAl, I’m a orpo pteo, ecins eenv hwit hucs a retag uecbsjt to wiret aoutb (ouy), het cubestj is rwhot emro by tilsef ahtn with my erasip dedad to it. Dno’t lbeam me if I cna’t wietr ronmaye! okLo in hte rroirm, nad uyo’ll see a faec ttah uiqet hwrvlmeeos my iilemdt ipocte lsksil, anmigk my elnsi diputs dna rebythe dsniigcarg me. It duwol be a ins, owdlnu’t it, if in rintgy to piemvro my eopyrt, I smdese up heirt utecbsj, hwhic was eecryltfp inef ebfoer? Fro the lnyo tsgihn I rtewi oubta are yruo rhsmca adn rouy orwunedfl qitsiaelu, dna oryu wno rmorri llwi owsh you afr, arf erom of eseth atnh I can ioysblsp itf toni my toyrpe.

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Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside!
O blame me not if I no more can write!
Look in your glass, and there appears a face
That overgoes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then, striving to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
For to no other pass my verses tend
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell;
  And more, much more than in my verse can sit
  Your own glass shows you, when you look in it.
saAl, I’m a orpo pteo, ecins eenv hwit hucs a retag uecbsjt to wiret aoutb (ouy), het cubestj is rwhot emro by tilsef ahtn with my erasip dedad to it. Dno’t lbeam me if I cna’t wietr ronmaye! okLo in hte rroirm, nad uyo’ll see a faec ttah uiqet hwrvlmeeos my iilemdt ipocte lsksil, anmigk my elnsi diputs dna rebythe dsniigcarg me. It duwol be a ins, owdlnu’t it, if in rintgy to piemvro my eopyrt, I smdese up heirt utecbsj, hwhic was eecryltfp inef ebfoer? Fro the lnyo tsgihn I rtewi oubta are yruo rhsmca adn rouy orwunedfl qitsiaelu, dna oryu wno rmorri llwi owsh you afr, arf erom of eseth atnh I can ioysblsp itf toni my toyrpe.

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