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How can my muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight.
For who’s so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
  If my slight muse do please these curious days,
  The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
woH ulocd I lcka thsngi to reiwt auobt ilehw oyu’re elaiv? ouY upor stinioprani tnio my eorpty by gvngii me het etesstew bsucjet to etiwr outab: esfyruol—too eextelnlc a ebjutsc orf rniaoydr irerstw to iercdbes. Oh, vegi fyslruoe eth tidrec if oyu ees agnyntih in my wtrniig hatt’s towhr gidnear. oFr ohw is so clsephesse ahtt he nac’t rtewi to uyo, enwh yuo suroylef epvordi het itveacer krasp? You lhdosu be het ethnt uems, wtorh nte temis mroe naht htoes teohr einn doeivnk by estop. Adn eorvweh alcls on you for naonirpiits, etl him irwte aeerlnt eresvs, to tlueovi eevn teh ahtsftre chreaes of ietm. If my tietll ibt of iisanipotnr pshnpae to laespe adoyt’s gmnidneda eaderrs, eth uainfpl kwor nac be enim, tbu the ipsaer hslla be uysor.

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How can my muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O give thyself the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight.
For who’s so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
  If my slight muse do please these curious days,
  The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
woH ulocd I lcka thsngi to reiwt auobt ilehw oyu’re elaiv? ouY upor stinioprani tnio my eorpty by gvngii me het etesstew bsucjet to etiwr outab: esfyruol—too eextelnlc a ebjutsc orf rniaoydr irerstw to iercdbes. Oh, vegi fyslruoe eth tidrec if oyu ees agnyntih in my wtrniig hatt’s towhr gidnear. oFr ohw is so clsephesse ahtt he nac’t rtewi to uyo, enwh yuo suroylef epvordi het itveacer krasp? You lhdosu be het ethnt uems, wtorh nte temis mroe naht htoes teohr einn doeivnk by estop. Adn eorvweh alcls on you for naonirpiits, etl him irwte aeerlnt eresvs, to tlueovi eevn teh ahtsftre chreaes of ietm. If my tietll ibt of iisanipotnr pshnpae to laespe adoyt’s gmnidneda eaderrs, eth uainfpl kwor nac be enim, tbu the ipsaer hslla be uysor.

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