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What potions have I drunk of siren tears,
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessèd never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill, now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruined love when it is built anew
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
  So I return rebuked to my content,
  And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.
(igniCuotnn morf onSten 811) I’ve vnieg fmyles ndiciesem htta meedes itlyusedcev ewest utb in learity wree ulfo as elhl. I odrcfe fselym to oudtb het ghtisn I swa lefphou uotba dan to be oluefhp atbuo tahw I lhsoud evah woerrid tuoab, awysla noisgl ujst ewnh I xcpeedet eflyms to win! My raeht moectdtmi echwredt resror griht at het tonmme nhwe I hohtgtu I hda nevre bene oerm ssbeedl! My eeys vahe peopdp out of eihtr skteosc in het imiuerdl of shti reevf! tBu, oh, the stbeeinf atth ilve ngibsr! wNo I ees it’s uter htat doog itgshn nca be edam enev rtbeet hhgotur veli, dan that nhew uyo nuri velo nda nthe idrbleu it, it rgwso omre bueutafli anht it aws at fsitr, as wlel as snerotgr dan rartege. So, vaihng nbee udeberk rfo my iemkast, I runret to the ornpes how saekm me ayphp, nda esuebac of my lvei edsed I egt bakc theer mtsei ahwt I tpesn.

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What potions have I drunk of siren tears,
Distilled from limbecks foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessèd never!
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
In the distraction of this madding fever!
O benefit of ill, now I find true
That better is by evil still made better;
And ruined love when it is built anew
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
  So I return rebuked to my content,
  And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.
(igniCuotnn morf onSten 811) I’ve vnieg fmyles ndiciesem htta meedes itlyusedcev ewest utb in learity wree ulfo as elhl. I odrcfe fselym to oudtb het ghtisn I swa lefphou uotba dan to be oluefhp atbuo tahw I lhsoud evah woerrid tuoab, awysla noisgl ujst ewnh I xcpeedet eflyms to win! My raeht moectdtmi echwredt resror griht at het tonmme nhwe I hohtgtu I hda nevre bene oerm ssbeedl! My eeys vahe peopdp out of eihtr skteosc in het imiuerdl of shti reevf! tBu, oh, the stbeeinf atth ilve ngibsr! wNo I ees it’s uter htat doog itgshn nca be edam enev rtbeet hhgotur veli, dan that nhew uyo nuri velo nda nthe idrbleu it, it rgwso omre bueutafli anht it aws at fsitr, as wlel as snerotgr dan rartege. So, vaihng nbee udeberk rfo my iemkast, I runret to the ornpes how saekm me ayphp, nda esuebac of my lvei edsed I egt bakc theer mtsei ahwt I tpesn.

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