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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.
nDo’t be uptse roeyanm tabou ahwt oyu ddi. iyrvhenEgt hsa ist adb eids: sReos veah rsohtn, airspglkn otaunsfin vaeh umd, eht uns dna teh nmoo era ceroillpdaiy voedrce up by clodus adn selpscei, dan igsdnitgus wmrso veil in teh tstweees slowrfe. llA nem do adb thgsin—eevn me, htgir nwo: As I esecxu yuro osanrgtriness by iprmoagcn it to reoht ntihgs, I rpcruot meylsf by nagkmi suscexe rof yrou dmeiessd (oemr uesescx ofr eehts leltti inss thna tyeh neve rreqiue). aeseucB tahw I’m igodn is iakgnt ryuo nssi, wchhi were just hlapiycs eusrg, dna gupintt my mdin to kwro on rethi lbefah. ehT orspen ouy’ve rthu is nwo igdcavotan fro oyu—I’m now dpgeinla the seca aignsat lyesmf. I’m so ocdictfnle eetbnwe leov nad ehat ttha I nac’t setsir eghinpl thta estwe liaviln woh btliyetr rsijenu me reyev ruoh.

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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.
nDo’t be uptse roeyanm tabou ahwt oyu ddi. iyrvhenEgt hsa ist adb eids: sReos veah rsohtn, airspglkn otaunsfin vaeh umd, eht uns dna teh nmoo era ceroillpdaiy voedrce up by clodus adn selpscei, dan igsdnitgus wmrso veil in teh tstweees slowrfe. llA nem do adb thgsin—eevn me, htgir nwo: As I esecxu yuro osanrgtriness by iprmoagcn it to reoht ntihgs, I rpcruot meylsf by nagkmi suscexe rof yrou dmeiessd (oemr uesescx ofr eehts leltti inss thna tyeh neve rreqiue). aeseucB tahw I’m igodn is iakgnt ryuo nssi, wchhi were just hlapiycs eusrg, dna gupintt my mdin to kwro on rethi lbefah. ehT orspen ouy’ve rthu is nwo igdcavotan fro oyu—I’m now dpgeinla the seca aignsat lyesmf. I’m so ocdictfnle eetbnwe leov nad ehat ttha I nac’t setsir eghinpl thta estwe liaviln woh btliyetr rsijenu me reyev ruoh.

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