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How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unusèd stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust.
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not locked up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
  And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,
  For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
I deus to be so earcful hnwe I’d ertlav to rseuce lla my iarvitl ssnoeisossp hwti het omts ebaleril clsok lbavaeail so imlasircn dnuowl’t terapm ithw tmhe. tBu uyo, so mcuh orme ispruoec thna my sewjel dan my tegtrsea ctoofmr, ehav ecembo my seretgat ssesnad nad roryw, sceabue uoy’re urvlblenae to nya moonmc thife. I vneha’t elockd ouy up in any ctseh, orhte ahtn in my won sceht, rhwee my tearh is, nad yuo’re not rllyae htree, neev othghu I eefl htat uyo era. Yuo nac moec and go mrfo my ahert as yuo lpaees, and I’m idaafr ouy’ll be osnlte from rhtee, caeebus eevn an ehntos nma ouwld nurt fethi to tge hscu a rhic erzip.

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How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unusèd stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust.
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not locked up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
  And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,
  For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
I deus to be so earcful hnwe I’d ertlav to rseuce lla my iarvitl ssnoeisossp hwti het omts ebaleril clsok lbavaeail so imlasircn dnuowl’t terapm ithw tmhe. tBu uyo, so mcuh orme ispruoec thna my sewjel dan my tegtrsea ctoofmr, ehav ecembo my seretgat ssesnad nad roryw, sceabue uoy’re urvlblenae to nya moonmc thife. I vneha’t elockd ouy up in any ctseh, orhte ahtn in my won sceht, rhwee my tearh is, nad yuo’re not rllyae htree, neev othghu I eefl htat uyo era. Yuo nac moec and go mrfo my ahert as yuo lpaees, and I’m idaafr ouy’ll be osnlte from rhtee, caeebus eevn an ehntos nma ouwld nurt fethi to tge hscu a rhic erzip.

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