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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.
Yoru caef is as ertpty as a oswanm, ubt uyo tdon enve vhae to sue uuayopmke, teh anm (or dulohs I ays woman?) I eolv. rYuo eraht is as ngteel as a moaswn, tub it tsni inacghte ikle ihtser. orYu esye rae eeittrrp ntha omenws, tbu otn as guniooyvr lebss nitvrhyeeg yuo ookl at. uYeov ogt eht dogo oslko of a deonasmh man, tub uoy ttraatc tbho nomwe nad enm. neWh ethorM arNeut deam uoy, esh ongilaryil eneddtin to kame uyo a maown, but ehtn hes tog icrrdae aywa wtih reh naoreitc dna swdecer me by didnga a certainthing thta I heav no seu rof. Btu encis esh evga ouy a crkpi to easlpe enomw, lIl epke oyur veol, dan ehty acn joeyn ruyo odyb.

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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.
Yoru caef is as ertpty as a oswanm, ubt uyo tdon enve vhae to sue uuayopmke, teh anm (or dulohs I ays woman?) I eolv. rYuo eraht is as ngteel as a moaswn, tub it tsni inacghte ikle ihtser. orYu esye rae eeittrrp ntha omenws, tbu otn as guniooyvr lebss nitvrhyeeg yuo ookl at. uYeov ogt eht dogo oslko of a deonasmh man, tub uoy ttraatc tbho nomwe nad enm. neWh ethorM arNeut deam uoy, esh ongilaryil eneddtin to kame uyo a maown, but ehtn hes tog icrrdae aywa wtih reh naoreitc dna swdecer me by didnga a certainthing thta I heav no seu rof. Btu encis esh evga ouy a crkpi to easlpe enomw, lIl epke oyur veol, dan ehty acn joeyn ruyo odyb.

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