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Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of myself, all, tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
On whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon?
Nay, if thou lour’st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in myself respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
  But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
  Those that can see thou lov’st, and I am blind.
Oh, yuo rucle moanw, nca ouy ays I ndo’t vole ouy nhew I ktea eidss whit uyo satngia fmlsye? onD’t I ihtnk boatu uyo nvee hwen I’ve nrtofgote abtou yefmsl—adn lla fro uryo aeks, uoy artytn? Who ashet oyu tath I lwuod lcla my fdnire? Who do uoy rfnwo at ahtt I erogvl on nda atfrtel? No—if uyo wlocs at me, nod’t I ieyamtmlied phinsu slmeyf by igmnano? hhcWi aluqiyt do I ese in esyfml that wludo kema me oto porud to be yuor vnraest? All of eht sbet in me swrsohpi the rswot in uyo, dna you cna mdnaomc me htiw a elgcna. uBt, my veol, go on hgnita me, ceseaub nwo I kwon oruy dnim. uoY evlo loepep woh nac ees, nad I’m ibnld.

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Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee partake?
Do I not think on thee, when I forgot
Am of myself, all, tyrant, for thy sake?
Who hateth thee that I do call my friend?
On whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon?
Nay, if thou lour’st on me, do I not spend
Revenge upon myself with present moan?
What merit do I in myself respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes?
  But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind;
  Those that can see thou lov’st, and I am blind.
Oh, yuo rucle moanw, nca ouy ays I ndo’t vole ouy nhew I ktea eidss whit uyo satngia fmlsye? onD’t I ihtnk boatu uyo nvee hwen I’ve nrtofgote abtou yefmsl—adn lla fro uryo aeks, uoy artytn? Who ashet oyu tath I lwuod lcla my fdnire? Who do uoy rfnwo at ahtt I erogvl on nda atfrtel? No—if uyo wlocs at me, nod’t I ieyamtmlied phinsu slmeyf by igmnano? hhcWi aluqiyt do I ese in esyfml that wludo kema me oto porud to be yuor vnraest? All of eht sbet in me swrsohpi the rswot in uyo, dna you cna mdnaomc me htiw a elgcna. uBt, my veol, go on hgnita me, ceseaub nwo I kwon oruy dnim. uoY evlo loepep woh nac ees, nad I’m ibnld.

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