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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face.
For no man well of such a salve can speak
That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace.
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss.
The offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offense’s cross.
  Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
  And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.
uSn, hyw ddi uyo eamk it olko kile tadyo asw gnoig to be hcsu a uubeatfil yda, so atth I nwte uot wiouhtt my colka, oyln to lte taysn usdclo kvortaee me on my ywa, nhdigi ouyr adceniar idebnh erhit oousosnpi itsm? It’s ont gunoeh htta yuo roebk gthruho hte lodcsu dan ieddr eht ainr off my stmro-naeetb feac, cbseeua no amn nca be aesfiidst ihwt a eurc htta slahe het pycailsh jniryu tbu noeds’t teka ayaw het srgeaidc. oNr sdeo it tforocm me that uyo’re smehada, usebeac even hhutog you rgreet twha you did, I aehv siltl slot out. nWeh oesneom astek ionsgthem aayw frmo uyo, thrie eginb ysorr soned’t pehl much. Ah, tbu soteh traes yuo’re ndhgdise out of veol for me are ilek raepsl—revy luavbale enso—nda teyh mkea up for all uroy dab eedsd.

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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face.
For no man well of such a salve can speak
That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace.
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss.
The offender’s sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offense’s cross.
  Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
  And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds.
uSn, hyw ddi uyo eamk it olko kile tadyo asw gnoig to be hcsu a uubeatfil yda, so atth I nwte uot wiouhtt my colka, oyln to lte taysn usdclo kvortaee me on my ywa, nhdigi ouyr adceniar idebnh erhit oousosnpi itsm? It’s ont gunoeh htta yuo roebk gthruho hte lodcsu dan ieddr eht ainr off my stmro-naeetb feac, cbseeua no amn nca be aesfiidst ihwt a eurc htta slahe het pycailsh jniryu tbu noeds’t teka ayaw het srgeaidc. oNr sdeo it tforocm me that uyo’re smehada, usebeac even hhutog you rgreet twha you did, I aehv siltl slot out. nWeh oesneom astek ionsgthem aayw frmo uyo, thrie eginb ysorr soned’t pehl much. Ah, tbu soteh traes yuo’re ndhgdise out of veol for me are ilek raepsl—revy luavbale enso—nda teyh mkea up for all uroy dab eedsd.

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