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Thou blind fool love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forgèd hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot
Which my heart knows the wide world’s common place?
Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
  In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
  And to this false plague are they now transferred.

eoLv

ehT asrekpe ioinsfpeers teh oentoim levo.

Love
, uoy lnidb ofol, twah aer you oding to my seye ttah’s gneepki thme mofr ceayulatrc eensig tawh I olok at? My eesy wkno wath tbauey is, dan htye see how ash it, ety yhet ecided taht eth towrs mwaon is het etsb. Loev, if my iisnvo has nbee trsdoiedt sbaceue I oklo at hre hwti too cmhu absi, dnepngsi lla my meti strnagi at tsih nmoaw who eespsl twih ervey anm, yhw aehv you sedu my tepmssnceiopri as a ptra to oflo my ehtra, so thta I leov hte nogwr oseprn? yhW ulodhs my rehta ntikh that ehs dcoul globne to one amn wenh my taehr owkns ehs’s laelibava to teh olhwe orwdl? Or hwy ouhsld my eyes ensiwst her uscipimyrot ubt tca kile it’s otn rtue, ttipugn a odog caef on an ylug rhutt? My ertah dan my eyes aehv nbee metlocplye iskmtean abtuo eht tutrh, dan nwo tehy otbh ovle htis htuailffnu iseesda of a nwamo.

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Thou blind fool love, what dost thou to mine eyes,
That they behold, and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is take the worst to be.
If eyes corrupt by over-partial looks
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forgèd hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Why should my heart think that a several plot
Which my heart knows the wide world’s common place?
Or mine eyes, seeing this, say this is not,
To put fair truth upon so foul a face?
  In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
  And to this false plague are they now transferred.

eoLv

ehT asrekpe ioinsfpeers teh oentoim levo.

Love
, uoy lnidb ofol, twah aer you oding to my seye ttah’s gneepki thme mofr ceayulatrc eensig tawh I olok at? My eesy wkno wath tbauey is, dan htye see how ash it, ety yhet ecided taht eth towrs mwaon is het etsb. Loev, if my iisnvo has nbee trsdoiedt sbaceue I oklo at hre hwti too cmhu absi, dnepngsi lla my meti strnagi at tsih nmoaw who eespsl twih ervey anm, yhw aehv you sedu my tepmssnceiopri as a ptra to oflo my ehtra, so thta I leov hte nogwr oseprn? yhW ulodhs my rehta ntikh that ehs dcoul globne to one amn wenh my taehr owkns ehs’s laelibava to teh olhwe orwdl? Or hwy ouhsld my eyes ensiwst her uscipimyrot ubt tca kile it’s otn rtue, ttipugn a odog caef on an ylug rhutt? My ertah dan my eyes aehv nbee metlocplye iskmtean abtuo eht tutrh, dan nwo tehy otbh ovle htis htuailffnu iseesda of a nwamo.

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