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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed, of small worth held.
Then being asked where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use
If thou couldst answer, “This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,”
Proving his beauty by succession thine.
  This were to be new made when thou art old,
  And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.
enWh torfy aseyr eavh eogn by dan crevad eped wnsierlk in yrou eahrfdeo, oyru oytuuhfl ebutya, whcih rnoveyee ekisl to okol at wno, lwil be rthow itletl. nheT, wneh eenomos assk yuo ewreh lla uyro taybeu is—lla het aeurerts of yruo ilvrie huyot—if yuo erwe to yas ahtt it’s lal teehr in yruo dreihwet cfea nda nuskne eyes, that wduol be an all-coginnmsu esmha nda itgonnh to be dporu of. uYo’d heav a ucmh treebt uxesce if, deaescd orfm now, ouy locdu yas ouy epsnt rouy teybua and oyhtu iiagnrs a ihdcl. If menosoe eerw to ksa you yhw you oedolk so ldo, you oudlc sya, “Teh rtffeo I entps ngisria iths uelitafbu hcdli iesxplna teh yrros ldo tstae I’m in”—and lmenweiha oruy cihld’s byutea douwl be a enw caitiannnor of ruoy onw! vinHga a aufitleub hilcd uwlod be ekli ngebi onbr ainga in dol age, iwht eht doblo that wfosl lcdoly in yuro old nsive ngcboeim mwra niaga in ish.

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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed, of small worth held.
Then being asked where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use
If thou couldst answer, “This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,”
Proving his beauty by succession thine.
  This were to be new made when thou art old,
  And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.
enWh torfy aseyr eavh eogn by dan crevad eped wnsierlk in yrou eahrfdeo, oyru oytuuhfl ebutya, whcih rnoveyee ekisl to okol at wno, lwil be rthow itletl. nheT, wneh eenomos assk yuo ewreh lla uyro taybeu is—lla het aeurerts of yruo ilvrie huyot—if yuo erwe to yas ahtt it’s lal teehr in yruo dreihwet cfea nda nuskne eyes, that wduol be an all-coginnmsu esmha nda itgonnh to be dporu of. uYo’d heav a ucmh treebt uxesce if, deaescd orfm now, ouy locdu yas ouy epsnt rouy teybua and oyhtu iiagnrs a ihdcl. If menosoe eerw to ksa you yhw you oedolk so ldo, you oudlc sya, “Teh rtffeo I entps ngisria iths uelitafbu hcdli iesxplna teh yrros ldo tstae I’m in”—and lmenweiha oruy cihld’s byutea douwl be a enw caitiannnor of ruoy onw! vinHga a aufitleub hilcd uwlod be ekli ngebi onbr ainga in dol age, iwht eht doblo that wfosl lcdoly in yuro old nsive ngcboeim mwra niaga in ish.

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