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'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost which is so deemed
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing.
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own;
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel.
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown,
  Unless this general evil they maintain:
  All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
It’s tebret to be lvei hatn to evah opepel nihkt uyo’re ievl, llesciyaep hnew yteh usacce yuo of begni lvie nda uoy’re lylaer ton, adn nhet yuo ond’t neve tge to njoye ndigo eht nghit taht poleep asy is ilve utb ahtt ouy don’t nhkit is. oFr yhw ushodl opepel hwo rea portcru hetlvmeess get to iknw lykgwnoin at my lusluft scniintaoiln? dnA hwy odhlsu eloppe owh rea nvee wrakee tnah I rpy iotn my sskweenase, iendicgd atht wtah I ntkhi is odog is bad? No, I am what I am, dna teh epepol who accesu me aer onyl rlvineaeg ireth wno cnstpouoirr. yeaMb I’m trhtasig, and yteh’re the neos who ear corodek; you nac’t eruesam my ntocias by eirth uflo othhtugs, lesusn yeht’re liwignl to vleebei thta lla emn are bad and ehvrti in tirhe sdsabne.

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Modern Text

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost which is so deemed
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing.
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own;
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel.
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown,
  Unless this general evil they maintain:
  All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
It’s tebret to be lvei hatn to evah opepel nihkt uyo’re ievl, llesciyaep hnew yteh usacce yuo of begni lvie nda uoy’re lylaer ton, adn nhet yuo ond’t neve tge to njoye ndigo eht nghit taht poleep asy is ilve utb ahtt ouy don’t nhkit is. oFr yhw ushodl opepel hwo rea portcru hetlvmeess get to iknw lykgwnoin at my lusluft scniintaoiln? dnA hwy odhlsu eloppe owh rea nvee wrakee tnah I rpy iotn my sskweenase, iendicgd atht wtah I ntkhi is odog is bad? No, I am what I am, dna teh epepol who accesu me aer onyl rlvineaeg ireth wno cnstpouoirr. yeaMb I’m trhtasig, and yteh’re the neos who ear corodek; you nac’t eruesam my ntocias by eirth uflo othhtugs, lesusn yeht’re liwignl to vleebei thta lla emn are bad and ehvrti in tirhe sdsabne.

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