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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me;
Is’t not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engrossed;
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken,
A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom’s ward,
But then my friend’s heart let my poor heart bail.
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigor in my jail.
  And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,
  Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
Cuers ouy rof ingmka me rfeusf by ngitruh thob my nefidr adn me. nIs’t it ghnoeu to ueottrr me noela uittohw knimag my nerdfi uroy sealv oto? Beuaces of uryo lercu roctaasntti I’m no nerlgo my own nam, ubt my erndif, how’s leik my ocdens sefl, yuo’ve esalnved enev mroe llrucey. So I’ve bnee noadnbdae by imh, by smlfey, dna by oyu; enbgi srtradtfue eilk tsih is a pielrt etormnt pdeilmtilu by heter. Go aadhe nad pkee me as ouyr eiprsonr, but then tel me sue flsmey to alib tou my iferdn. eorWhev oyu sansgi to atchw me ilweh I’m in hits ljai, elt me be in heagrc of iagdugnr my efrdni—thne oyu nca’t emrttno me in my rpisno usecabe I’ll eavh my defrni to epke me hpayp. dnA yte uoy illw ontertm me, ueeabsc I enlgob to oyu, so rtvneeiyhg atth’s in me is usryo, and neisc my fnedri is in my areth, he’s osyur too.

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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me;
Is’t not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet’st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engrossed;
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken,
A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom’s ward,
But then my friend’s heart let my poor heart bail.
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigor in my jail.
  And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,
  Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.
Cuers ouy rof ingmka me rfeusf by ngitruh thob my nefidr adn me. nIs’t it ghnoeu to ueottrr me noela uittohw knimag my nerdfi uroy sealv oto? Beuaces of uryo lercu roctaasntti I’m no nerlgo my own nam, ubt my erndif, how’s leik my ocdens sefl, yuo’ve esalnved enev mroe llrucey. So I’ve bnee noadnbdae by imh, by smlfey, dna by oyu; enbgi srtradtfue eilk tsih is a pielrt etormnt pdeilmtilu by heter. Go aadhe nad pkee me as ouyr eiprsonr, but then tel me sue flsmey to alib tou my iferdn. eorWhev oyu sansgi to atchw me ilweh I’m in hits ljai, elt me be in heagrc of iagdugnr my efrdni—thne oyu nca’t emrttno me in my rpisno usecabe I’ll eavh my defrni to epke me hpayp. dnA yte uoy illw ontertm me, ueeabsc I enlgob to oyu, so rtvneeiyhg atth’s in me is usryo, and neisc my fnedri is in my areth, he’s osyur too.

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