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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 olve, I am yrou tbluasoe svenrta; oyur ohwtr clospem me to sreev yuo aylloly. I’m gnsedin uoy isht essmage to owhs my vodioent to uoy, tno to wsho htta I nca rewit lelw. My lskisl are so roop thta I mya meka my golnitbaio to oyu, wihhc is aergt, eesm emareg. I ndo’t evah het rdwso to rxeessp it pyeorlrp. uBt I heop atth in oyur ethra ouy’ll omrf an aide of twha I mena dna het eida illw incrhe oyur ssnee of awht I oew yuo. hWen eth tras atht degsiu me shnsie on me falobaryv, igignv me het natpnsiroii to drsse up my detatret olve rfo oyu in ecrvel dowrs htta repvo I’m hwrtyo of uyor wtsee cetrsep—htta’s nhwe I’ll dera to ostba outba woh cmuh I oevl yuo. Uinlt nhte, I onw’t owhs my feca ynarwhee that you nac 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 olve, I am yrou tbluasoe svenrta; oyur ohwtr clospem me to sreev yuo aylloly. I’m gnsedin uoy isht essmage to owhs my vodioent to uoy, tno to wsho htta I nca rewit lelw. My lskisl are so roop thta I mya meka my golnitbaio to oyu, wihhc is aergt, eesm emareg. I ndo’t evah het rdwso to rxeessp it pyeorlrp. uBt I heop atth in oyur ethra ouy’ll omrf an aide of twha I mena dna het eida illw incrhe oyur ssnee of awht I oew yuo. hWen eth tras atht degsiu me shnsie on me falobaryv, igignv me het natpnsiroii to drsse up my detatret olve rfo oyu in ecrvel dowrs htta repvo I’m hwrtyo of uyor wtsee cetrsep—htta’s nhwe I’ll dera to ostba outba woh cmuh I oevl yuo. Uinlt nhte, I onw’t owhs my feca ynarwhee that you nac ptu me to the sett.

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