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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.
enhW yfrto eyasr vhae ngoe by dan arcved pdee krlswnie in ruyo aefhorde, uryo uyfltouh uybeta, hicwh yeevnreo ikels to loko at nwo, wlli be worth ittlle. Then, enhw eonoems sska uyo rwhee all ryuo tbeayu is—lla hte earserut of yruo rleiiv htoyu—if yuo erwe to asy htta it’s all eehrt in uyro whtrdeie aecf dan neuskn eyes, taht wluod be an lal-ionsmcnug asmeh and ngotinh to be uprod of. You’d eavh a hmcu teterb csuexe if, saceded mfor now, uyo oclud ysa you etspn ruoy autyeb and hytou gsiiran a cidhl. If omoense erew to ask you why you klodoe so lod, you cdulo ysa, “The orftef I ptsen asnirig itsh fiteublau ichdl nlaxepsi eth syrro dlo taest I’m in”—dna meeilhwna oruy cldhi’s tuybae lwuod be a wne caoinnrntai of uyor own! agHvni a eiuflbtau lcidh douwl be elki ebgni nbor giana in dlo age, htiw teh olobd ttah fwslo clyodl in oyru old vnies gcneimbo rawm again in ihs.

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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.
enhW yfrto eyasr vhae ngoe by dan arcved pdee krlswnie in ruyo aefhorde, uryo uyfltouh uybeta, hicwh yeevnreo ikels to loko at nwo, wlli be worth ittlle. Then, enhw eonoems sska uyo rwhee all ryuo tbeayu is—lla hte earserut of yruo rleiiv htoyu—if yuo erwe to asy htta it’s all eehrt in uyro whtrdeie aecf dan neuskn eyes, taht wluod be an lal-ionsmcnug asmeh and ngotinh to be uprod of. You’d eavh a hmcu teterb csuexe if, saceded mfor now, uyo oclud ysa you etspn ruoy autyeb and hytou gsiiran a cidhl. If omoense erew to ask you why you klodoe so lod, you cdulo ysa, “The orftef I ptsen asnirig itsh fiteublau ichdl nlaxepsi eth syrro dlo taest I’m in”—dna meeilhwna oruy cldhi’s tuybae lwuod be a wne caoinnrntai of uyor own! agHvni a eiuflbtau lcidh douwl be elki ebgni nbor giana in dlo age, htiw teh olobd ttah fwslo clyodl in oyru old vnies gcneimbo rawm again in ihs.

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