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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.
nceiS I felt oyu, I’m so boadrseb in my wno ghstuhot thta I traply ese rweeh I’m noggi dna aryltp don’t. rFo my ovsiin ndseo’t ofcsu on hte sahspe of risbd or elswfor or hntnigya eels it dansl on. My ndim lpyims sni’t on teh iignlv igstnh htat my esey whos it, ron do I emrebmer hte gsinht I ees. For treehwh I ees hte tsdrue or ltegnset tighs, teh tewesset-oiokngl or teh mots fdredeom earructe, teh tnauoimn or hte sae, eth ayd or het hnigt, the owcr or the doev, my insovi shpaes meth so teyh kloo keil oyu. eabanclpI of nseegi ahtingny lsee nda lflied wthi yrou eamig, my fsahteslfuni to yuo is knigam me see tivhrenyge gwoyrnl.

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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.
nceiS I felt oyu, I’m so boadrseb in my wno ghstuhot thta I traply ese rweeh I’m noggi dna aryltp don’t. rFo my ovsiin ndseo’t ofcsu on hte sahspe of risbd or elswfor or hntnigya eels it dansl on. My ndim lpyims sni’t on teh iignlv igstnh htat my esey whos it, ron do I emrebmer hte gsinht I ees. For treehwh I ees hte tsdrue or ltegnset tighs, teh tewesset-oiokngl or teh mots fdredeom earructe, teh tnauoimn or hte sae, eth ayd or het hnigt, the owcr or the doev, my insovi shpaes meth so teyh kloo keil oyu. eabanclpI of nseegi ahtingny lsee nda lflied wthi yrou eamig, my fsahteslfuni to yuo is knigam me see tivhrenyge gwoyrnl.

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