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No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authórizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing these sins more than these sins are.
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense—
Thy adverse party is thy advocate—
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence.
Such civil war is in my love and hate
  That I an áccessory needs must be
  To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
onD’t be tsupe maryone obuta hawt uoy ddi. iEyhtnvegr ahs tsi dba dise: sosRe ehav shtonr, sagiplnrk afnsnoiut have udm, eth nsu nda eht oonm aer icdralieopyl roevdec up by dlcous nda epsclsei, nad dugsisgint rwoms leiv in hte teeswest lferows. All nme do bda ntgshi—veen me, htrgi own: As I eucsex uory saostsreirgnn by rcgnampio it to erhot sihgtn, I orucprt meyfsl by gankim esexucs rof oruy imssddee (rmeo xuesces orf shtee letlit snsi anht hyte vene reqrieu). aecseuB tahw I’m igond is tkigan uory sins, whchi wree tsuj iscyahpl sregu, dna tpnguit my midn to kwro on rhtei ehaflb. Teh nporse yuo’ve htru is onw cvdotagina for you—I’m nwo edipnlag the easc igsatan mslyfe. I’m so ecicdtnofl tneweeb leov nad aeht tath I cna’t estris iehgnpl atth esetw ainivll woh rttiyelb iuesjrn me rveey huor.

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No more be grieved at that which thou hast done.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authórizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing these sins more than these sins are.
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense—
Thy adverse party is thy advocate—
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence.
Such civil war is in my love and hate
  That I an áccessory needs must be
  To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
onD’t be tsupe maryone obuta hawt uoy ddi. iEyhtnvegr ahs tsi dba dise: sosRe ehav shtonr, sagiplnrk afnsnoiut have udm, eth nsu nda eht oonm aer icdralieopyl roevdec up by dlcous nda epsclsei, nad dugsisgint rwoms leiv in hte teeswest lferows. All nme do bda ntgshi—veen me, htrgi own: As I eucsex uory saostsreirgnn by rcgnampio it to erhot sihgtn, I orucprt meyfsl by gankim esexucs rof oruy imssddee (rmeo xuesces orf shtee letlit snsi anht hyte vene reqrieu). aecseuB tahw I’m igond is tkigan uory sins, whchi wree tsuj iscyahpl sregu, dna tpnguit my midn to kwro on rhtei ehaflb. Teh nporse yuo’ve htru is onw cvdotagina for you—I’m nwo edipnlag the easc igsatan mslyfe. I’m so ecicdtnofl tneweeb leov nad aeht tath I cna’t estris iehgnpl atth esetw ainivll woh rttiyelb iuesjrn me rveey huor.

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