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O that you were yourself! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live.
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again after yourself’s decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honor might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
And barren rage of death’s eternal cold?
  O, none but unthrifts, dear my love you know,
  You had a father; let your son say so.
Oh, ohw I iwhs ouy were uefoyrls! uBt, my vleo, royu iedntity wlil loyn lats as gnol as ouy’re aievl. oYu dlusoh amke tsoanpparier in ttinciiaonpa of royu nilteavebi ehtda nda assp on oruy ubelitfau capnepreaa to oeomesn eels. thaT ayw, yuro tyaueb, hcwhi uoy’ve nloy brwdreoo, luwdno’t ahve to end. nhTe, eevn aftre you ddei, ouyr iultfaeub ydob uwldo be weneedr in uyor ncdrlehi. oWh wdoul lte csuh a fluuiebat hosue lfla into rpadisrei ewnh puntred emnatcaneni hmtig kame it tatlsuo teh rotysm stgsu of witren nda eth ruftsirangt bresaennsr nruuidgrnso dteah? nOly het osmt eseirsopbinrl rdpnese uoldc do ushc a tnhig, you ownk, my rade vole. uoY dha a fhetra—etl your son be abel to asy the msea.

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O that you were yourself! But, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live.
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again after yourself’s decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honor might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day
And barren rage of death’s eternal cold?
  O, none but unthrifts, dear my love you know,
  You had a father; let your son say so.
Oh, ohw I iwhs ouy were uefoyrls! uBt, my vleo, royu iedntity wlil loyn lats as gnol as ouy’re aievl. oYu dlusoh amke tsoanpparier in ttinciiaonpa of royu nilteavebi ehtda nda assp on oruy ubelitfau capnepreaa to oeomesn eels. thaT ayw, yuro tyaueb, hcwhi uoy’ve nloy brwdreoo, luwdno’t ahve to end. nhTe, eevn aftre you ddei, ouyr iultfaeub ydob uwldo be weneedr in uyor ncdrlehi. oWh wdoul lte csuh a fluuiebat hosue lfla into rpadisrei ewnh puntred emnatcaneni hmtig kame it tatlsuo teh rotysm stgsu of witren nda eth ruftsirangt bresaennsr nruuidgrnso dteah? nOly het osmt eseirsopbinrl rdpnese uoldc do ushc a tnhig, you ownk, my rade vole. uoY dha a fhetra—etl your son be abel to asy the msea.

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