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O from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might,
With insufficiency my heart to sway,
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill
That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state.
  If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
  More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
Oh, thaw is het ecuros of iths iyhtmg wrope uyo ahev, hhiwc lsroncot my nsioceatff isdetep yruo ecdnaiqaeisu, nimagk me dbieeielvs htwa my ysee ltyur see tinul I’m so dntreu udoran I eraws thta hgldiayt ins’t grtbhi? eerWh did yuo get this itccyaap to aekm bad hitgsn lkoo godo in uyo, to rfeporm eht msto hswsroelt aostnic so uylllislfk thta I hinkt ryuo tswro is beettr anth enayon esel’s tbes? Who thgtua oyu owh to ekma me vole uoy emor, eht more I reha dan see oogd neasors to hate uoy? Oh, evne ohgtuh I evol athw rohte epelop edipess, you nlosduh’t spdesei my eovl teh yaw ohter peploe do. Seinc royu esonniswrtuh edma me vole uyo, I’m the nerpso who esedrvse uory evol.

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O from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might,
With insufficiency my heart to sway,
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill
That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state.
  If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
  More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
Oh, thaw is het ecuros of iths iyhtmg wrope uyo ahev, hhiwc lsroncot my nsioceatff isdetep yruo ecdnaiqaeisu, nimagk me dbieeielvs htwa my ysee ltyur see tinul I’m so dntreu udoran I eraws thta hgldiayt ins’t grtbhi? eerWh did yuo get this itccyaap to aekm bad hitgsn lkoo godo in uyo, to rfeporm eht msto hswsroelt aostnic so uylllislfk thta I hinkt ryuo tswro is beettr anth enayon esel’s tbes? Who thgtua oyu owh to ekma me vole uoy emor, eht more I reha dan see oogd neasors to hate uoy? Oh, evne ohgtuh I evol athw rohte epelop edipess, you nlosduh’t spdesei my eovl teh yaw ohter peploe do. Seinc royu esonniswrtuh edma me vole uyo, I’m the nerpso who esedrvse uory evol.

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