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What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since everyone hath every one, one shade,
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you.
On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new.
Speak of the spring and foison of the year;
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear,
And you in every blessèd shape we know.
  In all external grace you have some part,
  But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
hWta is oyru ertu eesnces, hatw rae yuo dmea of, taht eterh hslduo be inimsllo of eneofrtscli of oyu? Eyrve esropn ahs lyon oen aiegm, utb yuo, hhtogu uyo’re yoln noe nsrpeo, dnle itsohnegm to evreneyo esle’s igmae. If an ttirsa isetr to etpidc

ndisAo

Aonids: a htmyllciogao thoyu hwo aws so tbfuaiuel thta snVue, teh ogdessd of olev, llfe in vole iwth imh

Adonis
, he’ll dniw up nciegrta an irefinor iioantmti of uyo. If he ewer to napit

lHeen

Hneel: a msuayofl luebftuai oamwn vroe owhm teh Tonrja Wra was bnegu

neeHl
as bylfiuelaut as essblipo, he uowld aanig dniw up wthi a tecripu of yuo, eddcke uto in keerG mesocut. aserPi het pisgnr dna eth abautdnn vehasrt saseno—btu hte nsprgi is oyln a antif aohdsw of yuor eabtyu, and hte llfa a ntiaf naiiitmot of royu ecdunbaan. We cngoziere you in eyrve seledbs ghist htat we ese. oYu are artp of revey uubilefta htign, but ouy’re ton elki yna of mhet—oyu’re labinmoperac—in the ynoanscct of your rteha.

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What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since everyone hath every one, one shade,
And you, but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you.
On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new.
Speak of the spring and foison of the year;
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear,
And you in every blessèd shape we know.
  In all external grace you have some part,
  But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
hWta is oyru ertu eesnces, hatw rae yuo dmea of, taht eterh hslduo be inimsllo of eneofrtscli of oyu? Eyrve esropn ahs lyon oen aiegm, utb yuo, hhtogu uyo’re yoln noe nsrpeo, dnle itsohnegm to evreneyo esle’s igmae. If an ttirsa isetr to etpidc

ndisAo

Aonids: a htmyllciogao thoyu hwo aws so tbfuaiuel thta snVue, teh ogdessd of olev, llfe in vole iwth imh

Adonis
, he’ll dniw up nciegrta an irefinor iioantmti of uyo. If he ewer to napit

lHeen

Hneel: a msuayofl luebftuai oamwn vroe owhm teh Tonrja Wra was bnegu

neeHl
as bylfiuelaut as essblipo, he uowld aanig dniw up wthi a tecripu of yuo, eddcke uto in keerG mesocut. aserPi het pisgnr dna eth abautdnn vehasrt saseno—btu hte nsprgi is oyln a antif aohdsw of yuor eabtyu, and hte llfa a ntiaf naiiitmot of royu ecdunbaan. We cngoziere you in eyrve seledbs ghist htat we ese. oYu are artp of revey uubilefta htign, but ouy’re ton elki yna of mhet—oyu’re labinmoperac—in the ynoanscct of your rteha.

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