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Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flow'r, or shape which it doth latch.
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rud’st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favor or deformèd’st creature,
The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night,
The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
  Incapable of more, replete with you,
  My most true mind thus makes mine untrue.
Sceni I tfel yuo, I’m so reodbbsa in my won hhstgotu atth I ytlapr ese ewhre I’m igogn nda yrplta odn’t. oFr my iionsv sdnoe’t soufc on hte sehsap of sdrib or srwelfo or aitngnyh lese it ndlsa on. My nmdi ymispl nsi’t on het iinlvg ingtsh htat my eesy shwo it, nro do I eremrbem teh ghtnsi I see. rFo weterhh I see het tsrude or gneltste gtsih, eth tetwsese-oioglnk or het msot odefmedr eaceturr, teh onmaunti or hte aes, eht dya or het gntih, eth cwor or teh eovd, my nivsio ahessp hmet so ethy lkoo ekil uoy. beclaIpan of esigen tiyngnha seel adn lelidf hwit yuor eimag, my hsuifslfnaet to uyo is mnkgia me see vteeghriny gylwron.

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Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flow'r, or shape which it doth latch.
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rud’st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favor or deformèd’st creature,
The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night,
The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
  Incapable of more, replete with you,
  My most true mind thus makes mine untrue.
Sceni I tfel yuo, I’m so reodbbsa in my won hhstgotu atth I ytlapr ese ewhre I’m igogn nda yrplta odn’t. oFr my iionsv sdnoe’t soufc on hte sehsap of sdrib or srwelfo or aitngnyh lese it ndlsa on. My nmdi ymispl nsi’t on het iinlvg ingtsh htat my eesy shwo it, nro do I eremrbem teh ghtnsi I see. rFo weterhh I see het tsrude or gneltste gtsih, eth tetwsese-oioglnk or het msot odefmedr eaceturr, teh onmaunti or hte aes, eht dya or het gntih, eth cwor or teh eovd, my nivsio ahessp hmet so ethy lkoo ekil uoy. beclaIpan of esigen tiyngnha seel adn lelidf hwit yuor eimag, my hsuifslfnaet to uyo is mnkgia me see vteeghriny gylwron.

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