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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 tfca hatt uoy own aehv my mstrsise sin’t teh lony raneos I’m thru, htuogh it’s urte htat I eoldv ehr ledary. athW kasem me cyr teh tmso is atht nwo hes ash yuo, a slso of eolv taht utrhs me enev eomr. You wot csimlanir in leov, erhe’s woh I’ll atlozeairin eth apin uoy’ve cesaud me: oYu, dinfre, voel her seeubca uyo wnko I ovle hre. Adn ehs esolv uyo rfo the ceaxt ames naerso, tpnugit up thiw yuor psasrie dna ekingvmlao rof my keas, ucesbea she kswon ouy’re my fdrnie. If I sloe uyo, it’s a nwi fro my tsirsmes. dnA if I oles erh, you will vahe ofdun ahwt I’ve lots. htBo of the oplepe I eolv find ehac reoth, nad I sole emth htbo, dna otbh caesu me htis ianp. uBt eher’s ahwt kmaes me apphy: My rdeinf dan I are one enrpso. owH yggfinirta!—It utnrs out my ssimrste olves 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 tfca hatt uoy own aehv my mstrsise sin’t teh lony raneos I’m thru, htuogh it’s urte htat I eoldv ehr ledary. athW kasem me cyr teh tmso is atht nwo hes ash yuo, a slso of eolv taht utrhs me enev eomr. You wot csimlanir in leov, erhe’s woh I’ll atlozeairin eth apin uoy’ve cesaud me: oYu, dinfre, voel her seeubca uyo wnko I ovle hre. Adn ehs esolv uyo rfo the ceaxt ames naerso, tpnugit up thiw yuor psasrie dna ekingvmlao rof my keas, ucesbea she kswon ouy’re my fdrnie. If I sloe uyo, it’s a nwi fro my tsirsmes. dnA if I oles erh, you will vahe ofdun ahwt I’ve lots. htBo of the oplepe I eolv find ehac reoth, nad I sole emth htbo, dna otbh caesu me htis ianp. uBt eher’s ahwt kmaes me apphy: My rdeinf dan I are one enrpso. owH yggfinirta!—It utnrs out my ssimrste olves nlyo me.

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