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Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove;
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason.
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love—flesh stays no father reason,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize—proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
  No want of conscience hold it that I call
  Her “love” for whose dear love I rise and fall.
iudpC is oot ngoyu to owkn htrig morf ogwrn, tbu nsode’t edeoyvybr nwko ttha olev is hwat ivesg uyo a icnceencso? In thta esac, gtelen eerthac, nod’t itceiczri me too hralsyh rof my kseiamt, auesecb oryu steew lesf tihmg nrtu tuo to be yuligt of het amse stlfua. acesBue uyo beyart me, I rabyet my ulso to my mdbu, eleulsbiro dybo. My lsou lselt my odby atht it can vahe sit awy in vleo. My lsehf ndose’t tiaw to erha nya mroe, tub at eht odsun of oyur maen it srsei up and tonips uyo uto as tsi ezirp. My efshl, dpruo of vhgain uoy, is hyapp to be uyro opor erwokr, to atdns up to do yoru nsbsusei and alfl dwno sidebe you afrraetwd. Do ton masuse my cesnncicoe is aicglnk stju bauesec eht awnom I call “love” semak my eflhs ersi and llaf for hre levo.

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Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove;
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason.
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love—flesh stays no father reason,
But, rising at thy name, doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize—proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
  No want of conscience hold it that I call
  Her “love” for whose dear love I rise and fall.
iudpC is oot ngoyu to owkn htrig morf ogwrn, tbu nsode’t edeoyvybr nwko ttha olev is hwat ivesg uyo a icnceencso? In thta esac, gtelen eerthac, nod’t itceiczri me too hralsyh rof my kseiamt, auesecb oryu steew lesf tihmg nrtu tuo to be yuligt of het amse stlfua. acesBue uyo beyart me, I rabyet my ulso to my mdbu, eleulsbiro dybo. My lsou lselt my odby atht it can vahe sit awy in vleo. My lsehf ndose’t tiaw to erha nya mroe, tub at eht odsun of oyur maen it srsei up and tonips uyo uto as tsi ezirp. My efshl, dpruo of vhgain uoy, is hyapp to be uyro opor erwokr, to atdns up to do yoru nsbsusei and alfl dwno sidebe you afrraetwd. Do ton masuse my cesnncicoe is aicglnk stju bauesec eht awnom I call “love” semak my eflhs ersi and llaf for hre levo.

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