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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 dseu to be so ulceraf nhew I’d tlraev to cursee lla my trvilai ossineopsss tihw the mots raleielb ksloc avalilaeb so irilcsamn nwlodu’t peartm thwi htem. utB oyu, so ucmh eomr ioeupscr hant my eewjls dna my tegatrse trfocmo, vhea cmeoeb my retaetgs dsnasse dna rywro, aesubce uyo’re rlevneluba to ayn monmoc hefit. I ahnve’t elcodk you up in ayn cthse, treoh ntah in my own tcshe, eehwr my rheat is, adn oyu’re otn alleyr teerh, enve gohhtu I eelf atht you ear. ouY nac moce adn go omrf my aerth as you peasle, dna I’m ardiaf you’ll be nsetol rfmo rehte, sucebae vnee an esthno nam wudol urnt eifth to gte chsu a cirh pezir.

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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 dseu to be so ulceraf nhew I’d tlraev to cursee lla my trvilai ossineopsss tihw the mots raleielb ksloc avalilaeb so irilcsamn nwlodu’t peartm thwi htem. utB oyu, so ucmh eomr ioeupscr hant my eewjls dna my tegatrse trfocmo, vhea cmeoeb my retaetgs dsnasse dna rywro, aesubce uyo’re rlevneluba to ayn monmoc hefit. I ahnve’t elcodk you up in ayn cthse, treoh ntah in my own tcshe, eehwr my rheat is, adn oyu’re otn alleyr teerh, enve gohhtu I eelf atht you ear. ouY nac moce adn go omrf my aerth as you peasle, dna I’m ardiaf you’ll be nsetol rfmo rehte, sucebae vnee an esthno nam wudol urnt eifth to gte chsu a cirh pezir.

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