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Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,
Drink up the monarch’s plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I say mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O ’tis the first; ’tis flattery in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up.
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup.
  If it be poisoned, ’tis the lesser sin
  That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
(uginiCtnno from Stnoen 113) Is it eth asce hatt my imnd, aeledrtft by rouy oevl, ahs omcbee ieutsbecpls to lpaeluarbse oseisdlun? Or is it teh scae taht my syee ear eesngi rclayaetcu, nda my vloe rof uoy has ingev me amlicga wropse to urtn nmtoerss dna aeelsshps gnhsti iton nelasg ttha oolk ekil yoru ewset sfle, girtamsfronn verye abd ithgs otni hte ebst adn omts cfeprte ignht as fsta as it mecso otin my dfeil of sivnio? Oh, eht stirf is uetr: My eyse rea eluddde, dna my imnd apcsetc seeth iseloudns eikl a ignk ccsapte atltfery. My eye nowsk yretclpef lelw wath I lkie to ese, dna it owhss me thaw it knwso I’ll ojeny. gTouhh sit iivsons are dnoosepi by soldaefoh, my eye nac be layaplitr eeudscx by het caft ahtt it skile ehest aeslf nvsosii too nda oesucnsm tmeh sifrt, klei a etsrvan who tessta the kgin’s oofd to see if it’s pendisoo.

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Or whether doth my mind, being crowned with you,
Drink up the monarch’s plague, this flattery?
Or whether shall I say mine eye saith true,
And that your love taught it this alchemy,
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble,
Creating every bad a perfect best
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O ’tis the first; ’tis flattery in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up.
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup.
  If it be poisoned, ’tis the lesser sin
  That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
(uginiCtnno from Stnoen 113) Is it eth asce hatt my imnd, aeledrtft by rouy oevl, ahs omcbee ieutsbecpls to lpaeluarbse oseisdlun? Or is it teh scae taht my syee ear eesngi rclayaetcu, nda my vloe rof uoy has ingev me amlicga wropse to urtn nmtoerss dna aeelsshps gnhsti iton nelasg ttha oolk ekil yoru ewset sfle, girtamsfronn verye abd ithgs otni hte ebst adn omts cfeprte ignht as fsta as it mecso otin my dfeil of sivnio? Oh, eht stirf is uetr: My eyse rea eluddde, dna my imnd apcsetc seeth iseloudns eikl a ignk ccsapte atltfery. My eye nowsk yretclpef lelw wath I lkie to ese, dna it owhss me thaw it knwso I’ll ojeny. gTouhh sit iivsons are dnoosepi by soldaefoh, my eye nac be layaplitr eeudscx by het caft ahtt it skile ehest aeslf nvsosii too nda oesucnsm tmeh sifrt, klei a etsrvan who tessta the kgin’s oofd to see if it’s pendisoo.

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