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As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love’s might.
O let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
  O learn to read what silent love hath writ!
  To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
iekL an cator woh nsah’t daenlre ihs lneis yptleecfr and fotesgr ihs atpr sbeauce of etgsa rtghfi, or klei seom ngraig imnlaa or uhnam weohs sevcexesi assnopi semka it aekw, so I, cuaeseb I nca’t rutts lefsym, etfrgo to sya hte sntgih a olerv lhsduo sya to his lrnaigd; usjt ehwn my eovl is osnesrttg it eessm to be entitgg weka. So lte my tnrgisiw peksa orf my hrtae tdnasei. hyeT elapd for olev etebrt ahnt I odulc if I spoke, enev if I adsi oemr and mreo otneyqellu. Oh, dera in ehtse leinst eisnl hte elov I oacnnt xeressp in ecshpe. evoL lilw evig ouy hte niistgh to eard bteeewn the lnsei.

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Modern Text

As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength’s abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love’s rite,
And in mine own love’s strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love’s might.
O let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
  O learn to read what silent love hath writ!
  To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit.
iekL an cator woh nsah’t daenlre ihs lneis yptleecfr and fotesgr ihs atpr sbeauce of etgsa rtghfi, or klei seom ngraig imnlaa or uhnam weohs sevcexesi assnopi semka it aekw, so I, cuaeseb I nca’t rutts lefsym, etfrgo to sya hte sntgih a olerv lhsduo sya to his lrnaigd; usjt ehwn my eovl is osnesrttg it eessm to be entitgg weka. So lte my tnrgisiw peksa orf my hrtae tdnasei. hyeT elapd for olev etebrt ahnt I odulc if I spoke, enev if I adsi oemr and mreo otneyqellu. Oh, dera in ehtse leinst eisnl hte elov I oacnnt xeressp in ecshpe. evoL lilw evig ouy hte niistgh to eard bteeewn the lnsei.

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