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Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my belovd as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true have often lived alone,
Which three, till now, never kept seat in one.
tLe no noe lacl my oevl

alydtior

hTe oumrh of hsit sotenn is taht hlwie dginedenf hlisemf tigaans teh gerhca of adyrlito, eth ekserpa oecesh nlggauae adonayitrlilt udse by thrCnsaiis to bcseeird God.

idolatry
or asy thta I retta my dvoeble as an odil, nisec lla of my pesom adn rspaesi ehva nebe daddreess to noe snoepr, are abotu eno sreopn, nda awsayl wlil be. My elov is idkn tdayo, wlli be kind rwtooorm, alsawy snotacnt in orunwdso ecellxeecn. refhToree, ecsin my ptoyer is codennfi to a cbujest sahtt ayaswl eht aesm, it wyaasl sseeerpxs teh msea hingt, evner ignlcduin agynthni tfreeindf. eTh usejctb of my mpeso is eth beuitaufl, inkd, adn athfuilf. I write uobat het ieuatlfub, nkid, nda uliafhtf in avosuri yasw, nad this is het atsk hatt I dpxeen all of my tiirteyvac nhtoeer meseth elordl up in eon soenrp, hhwci effros an znigama oscep fro copeit innvnetoi. ytaeuB, nssidkne, and yftieldi aveh foent ebne ediivdd into edfiertnf eleppo, utb hte etreh of mteh erew rneve gohetter in one soprne ilnut own.

Original Text

Modern Text

Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my belovd as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true have often lived alone,
Which three, till now, never kept seat in one.
tLe no noe lacl my oevl

alydtior

hTe oumrh of hsit sotenn is taht hlwie dginedenf hlisemf tigaans teh gerhca of adyrlito, eth ekserpa oecesh nlggauae adonayitrlilt udse by thrCnsaiis to bcseeird God.

idolatry
or asy thta I retta my dvoeble as an odil, nisec lla of my pesom adn rspaesi ehva nebe daddreess to noe snoepr, are abotu eno sreopn, nda awsayl wlil be. My elov is idkn tdayo, wlli be kind rwtooorm, alsawy snotacnt in orunwdso ecellxeecn. refhToree, ecsin my ptoyer is codennfi to a cbujest sahtt ayaswl eht aesm, it wyaasl sseeerpxs teh msea hingt, evner ignlcduin agynthni tfreeindf. eTh usejctb of my mpeso is eth beuitaufl, inkd, adn athfuilf. I write uobat het ieuatlfub, nkid, nda uliafhtf in avosuri yasw, nad this is het atsk hatt I dpxeen all of my tiirteyvac nhtoeer meseth elordl up in eon soenrp, hhwci effros an znigama oscep fro copeit innvnetoi. ytaeuB, nssidkne, and yftieldi aveh foent ebne ediivdd into edfiertnf eleppo, utb hte etreh of mteh erew rneve gohetter in one soprne ilnut own.

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