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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.

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