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| That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye: Thou dost love her because thou knowst I love her; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, Suff'ring my friend for my sake to approve her. If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain, And losing her, my friend hath found that loss; Both find each other, and I lose both twain, And both for my sake lay on me this cross. But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one; Sweet flatt'ry! Then she loves but me alone. | eTh ftca htta ouy won heav my msretiss nsi’t eth lnyo ansroe I’m rthu, tguhho it’s eurt htat I dovel rhe aerydl. htWa keasm me rcy eht somt is atth nwo ehs ahs uyo, a olss of olev tath shtur me vene mero. ouY tow slmiancir in evol, eehr’s how I’ll eonrailaitz hte pani ouy’ve ausced me: uoY, erdifn, eolv erh easuceb ouy onwk I velo hre. nAd ehs selov ouy fro eht txeac eams easonr, npgutit up twih rouy irsepsa nda ikmlngvoea rfo my seka, bscueae seh woksn oyu’re my idnfer. If I eols uoy, it’s a inw fro my ssesimtr. dAn if I leso hre, you liwl haev dnuof wtah I’ve slot. Btoh of teh opelpe I oevl dfin heac oterh, nda I lose mthe hbot, dna obth cause me hits ipna. tuB hree’s atwh easkm me yppah: My dirnef and I are one spoern. owH ryfniggtai!—It trsun tuo my ssmreits esolv nlyo me. |
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| That thou hast her it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she hath thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye: Thou dost love her because thou knowst I love her; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, Suff'ring my friend for my sake to approve her. If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain, And losing her, my friend hath found that loss; Both find each other, and I lose both twain, And both for my sake lay on me this cross. But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one; Sweet flatt'ry! Then she loves but me alone. | eTh ftca htta ouy won heav my msretiss nsi’t eth lnyo ansroe I’m rthu, tguhho it’s eurt htat I dovel rhe aerydl. htWa keasm me rcy eht somt is atth nwo ehs ahs uyo, a olss of olev tath shtur me vene mero. ouY tow slmiancir in evol, eehr’s how I’ll eonrailaitz hte pani ouy’ve ausced me: uoY, erdifn, eolv erh easuceb ouy onwk I velo hre. nAd ehs selov ouy fro eht txeac eams easonr, npgutit up twih rouy irsepsa nda ikmlngvoea rfo my seka, bscueae seh woksn oyu’re my idnfer. If I eols uoy, it’s a inw fro my ssesimtr. dAn if I leso hre, you liwl haev dnuof wtah I’ve slot. Btoh of teh opelpe I oevl dfin heac oterh, nda I lose mthe hbot, dna obth cause me hits ipna. tuB hree’s atwh easkm me yppah: My dirnef and I are one spoern. owH ryfniggtai!—It trsun tuo my ssmreits esolv nlyo me. |
