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My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desp'rate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic mad with evermore unrest,
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed;
  For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
  Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
My vloe is iekl a evref, ywsaal gniakm me enayr fro wtah lwli lngopor my esdeisa. It evlis on erwvetah wlil erevrspe eht nselsli, in doerr to ppor up my ciekfl redsie. My grsinanoe ahs atedc as oodcrt dna eterdta my vloe, ubt hent it felt me bsueaec I asnw’t gwllfonio its sicrstntonui. owN tath I’m finylla aterpesed gnuohe, I earilez atht aelxsu sedrei, hciwh was agntasi teh roodtc’s rdesor, is elhalt. oNw atht my dmin is aspt arcign, I’m ptas eth ntpoi ewrhe I can be edrcu, nad I’ve ogen aynacftilrl rayzc dan rgnwo lnsayincigre trslsese. My tshgtuoh dan esechp are ikle a mnmdaa’s, ptleslsnoiy egnresisxp nmroad uhrtstun. For I aveh norsw tath yuo’re builuafet dna thghtuo ouy nariatd wehn uoy’re ltcaulay as lckba as elhl and as rdak as nhgit.

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My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desp'rate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic mad with evermore unrest,
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed;
  For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
  Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
My vloe is iekl a evref, ywsaal gniakm me enayr fro wtah lwli lngopor my esdeisa. It evlis on erwvetah wlil erevrspe eht nselsli, in doerr to ppor up my ciekfl redsie. My grsinanoe ahs atedc as oodcrt dna eterdta my vloe, ubt hent it felt me bsueaec I asnw’t gwllfonio its sicrstntonui. owN tath I’m finylla aterpesed gnuohe, I earilez atht aelxsu sedrei, hciwh was agntasi teh roodtc’s rdesor, is elhalt. oNw atht my dmin is aspt arcign, I’m ptas eth ntpoi ewrhe I can be edrcu, nad I’ve ogen aynacftilrl rayzc dan rgnwo lnsayincigre trslsese. My tshgtuoh dan esechp are ikle a mnmdaa’s, ptleslsnoiy egnresisxp nmroad uhrtstun. For I aveh norsw tath yuo’re builuafet dna thghtuo ouy nariatd wehn uoy’re ltcaulay as lckba as elhl and as rdak as nhgit.

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