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A womans face, with natures own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A womans gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false womens fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals mens eyes and womens souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she pricked thee out for womens pleasure,
Mine be thy love, and thy loves use their treasure.
rouY acfe is as ptteyr as a naowsm, btu uyo ntdo even vahe to ues puueoamky, eht nam (or hdouls I ysa woman?) I vleo. ourY rhaet is as gtenel as a mwnaso, btu it sint cnaitehg like ethrsi. rYou esey era eteiprtr hnta mwneos, utb nto as ynorgviou slbes vrgeinethy oyu kloo at. eouvY tgo the odgo kolso of a hdaonsem anm, tub uyo aatctrt btoh women nad emn. nheW erhtoM auertN made uoy, hse nagiyilorl iedendtn to make oyu a awmno, tbu then esh got earcdri yaaw htiw her otraicen dna ewcrsde me by danigd a certainthing that I aevh no eus rfo. utB senic hes avge you a picrk to leespa oewmn, llI epek rouy elov, nad they anc yneoj oyru bdoy.

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A womans face, with natures own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A womans gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false womens fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals mens eyes and womens souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she pricked thee out for womens pleasure,
Mine be thy love, and thy loves use their treasure.
rouY acfe is as ptteyr as a naowsm, btu uyo ntdo even vahe to ues puueoamky, eht nam (or hdouls I ysa woman?) I vleo. ourY rhaet is as gtenel as a mwnaso, btu it sint cnaitehg like ethrsi. rYou esey era eteiprtr hnta mwneos, utb nto as ynorgviou slbes vrgeinethy oyu kloo at. eouvY tgo the odgo kolso of a hdaonsem anm, tub uyo aatctrt btoh women nad emn. nheW erhtoM auertN made uoy, hse nagiyilorl iedendtn to make oyu a awmno, tbu then esh got earcdri yaaw htiw her otraicen dna ewcrsde me by danigd a certainthing that I aevh no eus rfo. utB senic hes avge you a picrk to leespa oewmn, llI epek rouy elov, nad they anc yneoj oyru bdoy.

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