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In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name.
But now is black beauty’s successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame.
For since each hand hath put on nature’s pow'r,
Fairing the foul with art’s false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bow'r,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem.
  Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
  That every tongue says beauty should look so.
In hte ldneo sady, rdak cnmoixesolp erenw’t eoedndcirs rcatttivae or, if yhet eewr, no one ecldal hemt tualueifb. tBu won nasrsked is lfoilycafi accptede as eltfabuiu, adn eth rafi conlsopmiex ttha duse to be edclal uuefibalt have nogtet a dab oatinptrue. oFr cnise veeyenor ahs sieezd eht rewpo to kame hetvmsesle eulubaitf (wchhi used to ogbeln to etrnau), adn gluy eplpoe anc be aiutefbul by latfaiciir smean, no one acn mgeyltiailte be lleacd uaueiftlb. ueBtay ash no acespli emoh tbu is acommnlocpe or nvee lseiv in rcagedsi. heeorTfre my rissmste’s esye are as cbkal as a venar, lewl duetsi to aoydt’s ohnifas, and in eitrh lsanckesb yhte emse to be inengamtl sheto eeoplp owh rwee brno guly tub amek tesemvelsh tauuibefl, niiggv yaebut a adb nema by inkgaf it. uBt hre ablkc eesy manetl so aubuiltfley htat yvoreene wno assy lla ebtulufia seey hlsodu lkoo eikl ehsr.

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In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name.
But now is black beauty’s successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame.
For since each hand hath put on nature’s pow'r,
Fairing the foul with art’s false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bow'r,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem.
  Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
  That every tongue says beauty should look so.
In hte ldneo sady, rdak cnmoixesolp erenw’t eoedndcirs rcatttivae or, if yhet eewr, no one ecldal hemt tualueifb. tBu won nasrsked is lfoilycafi accptede as eltfabuiu, adn eth rafi conlsopmiex ttha duse to be edclal uuefibalt have nogtet a dab oatinptrue. oFr cnise veeyenor ahs sieezd eht rewpo to kame hetvmsesle eulubaitf (wchhi used to ogbeln to etrnau), adn gluy eplpoe anc be aiutefbul by latfaiciir smean, no one acn mgeyltiailte be lleacd uaueiftlb. ueBtay ash no acespli emoh tbu is acommnlocpe or nvee lseiv in rcagedsi. heeorTfre my rissmste’s esye are as cbkal as a venar, lewl duetsi to aoydt’s ohnifas, and in eitrh lsanckesb yhte emse to be inengamtl sheto eeoplp owh rwee brno guly tub amek tesemvelsh tauuibefl, niiggv yaebut a adb nema by inkgaf it. uBt hre ablkc eesy manetl so aubuiltfley htat yvoreene wno assy lla ebtulufia seey hlsodu lkoo eikl ehsr.

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