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Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit.
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul’s thought, all naked, will bestow it.
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspéct
And puts apparel on my tattered loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect.
  Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
  Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
My eolv, I am yruo bloauset vatrsen; uroy hrtwo lpmeosc me to sevre yuo ylayoll. I’m igsnedn uoy hsit gssemae to wosh my onvditeo to yuo, ton to owhs atht I nac trwei ellw. My llsiks rea so rpoo thta I yam ekam my goilotanib to yuo, ihhwc is trega, esme emgera. I odn’t vhae het sdwor to pxsrees it rleyropp. tuB I oeph htta in royu aehrt uyo’ll mrfo an eida of hwat I eman and eht eida lwil chrein yuor essne of awht I eow yuo. heWn eth rtas ahtt igesud me ineshs on me aborafvyl, ingigv me eht iiopairntns to ssrde up my aeettrdt vole ofr oyu in elcevr wsord ttha peovr I’m trhywo of yoru wtees eetrpsc—htat’s hnew I’ll edra to tbaso butao owh chmu I olve uoy. lntUi etnh, I own’t oshw my aefc eahwneyr htat ouy acn ptu me to the sett.

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Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit.
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul’s thought, all naked, will bestow it.
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspéct
And puts apparel on my tattered loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect.
  Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
  Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
My eolv, I am yruo bloauset vatrsen; uroy hrtwo lpmeosc me to sevre yuo ylayoll. I’m igsnedn uoy hsit gssemae to wosh my onvditeo to yuo, ton to owhs atht I nac trwei ellw. My llsiks rea so rpoo thta I yam ekam my goilotanib to yuo, ihhwc is trega, esme emgera. I odn’t vhae het sdwor to pxsrees it rleyropp. tuB I oeph htta in royu aehrt uyo’ll mrfo an eida of hwat I eman and eht eida lwil chrein yuor essne of awht I eow yuo. heWn eth rtas ahtt igesud me ineshs on me aborafvyl, ingigv me eht iiopairntns to ssrde up my aeettrdt vole ofr oyu in elcevr wsord ttha peovr I’m trhywo of yoru wtees eetrpsc—htat’s hnew I’ll edra to tbaso butao owh chmu I olve uoy. lntUi etnh, I own’t oshw my aefc eahwneyr htat ouy acn ptu me to the sett.

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