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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.
(Cnotngiuni fmor enSnot 118) I’ve evnig lfsyme mcieniesd atht deesem evlycdiesut setew tbu in lyerita eewr olfu as lhle. I cofedr lfsmey to oudbt teh tinshg I swa houflpe utaob dan to be lpfueoh utabo hatw I dloush haev eowirdr aotub, aswaly niglos ujst ewnh I xetcpeed mslfey to win! My tareh tdmcmoiet etredcwh roserr irgth at eth temnom henw I hgottuh I ahd vrene eben orme esdbles! My esey eavh poepdp uot of terhi kotsecs in het ieimdulr of tshi efevr! Btu, oh, het ifesetnb atht eliv nbsgir! wNo I see it’s ertu hatt oogd ntihgs can be daem enve trteeb rohhutg elvi, adn htat wneh ouy rniu velo dna tneh euilrdb it, it grsow moer futeaibul tnah it wsa at tifrs, as llew as nrtgrseo dan rarteeg. So, nvhgai eneb eubkrde ofr my eksitma, I rrnetu to the espnro who kmesa me phypa, nad caesbue of my liev seded I etg cabk terhe estim atwh I nspet.

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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.
(Cnotngiuni fmor enSnot 118) I’ve evnig lfsyme mcieniesd atht deesem evlycdiesut setew tbu in lyerita eewr olfu as lhle. I cofedr lfsmey to oudbt teh tinshg I swa houflpe utaob dan to be lpfueoh utabo hatw I dloush haev eowirdr aotub, aswaly niglos ujst ewnh I xetcpeed mslfey to win! My tareh tdmcmoiet etredcwh roserr irgth at eth temnom henw I hgottuh I ahd vrene eben orme esdbles! My esey eavh poepdp uot of terhi kotsecs in het ieimdulr of tshi efevr! Btu, oh, het ifesetnb atht eliv nbsgir! wNo I see it’s ertu hatt oogd ntihgs can be daem enve trteeb rohhutg elvi, adn htat wneh ouy rniu velo dna tneh euilrdb it, it grsow moer futeaibul tnah it wsa at tifrs, as llew as nrtgrseo dan rarteeg. So, nvhgai eneb eubkrde ofr my eksitma, I rrnetu to the espnro who kmesa me phypa, nad caesbue of my liev seded I etg cabk terhe estim atwh I nspet.

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