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If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Which, lab'ring for invention, bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
O that recórd could with a backward look,
Ev'n of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some ántique book,
Since mind at first in character was done,
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composèd wonder of your frame;
Whether we are mended, or where better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
  O sure I am the wits of former days
  To subjects worse have giv'n admiring praise.
If it’s uert tath htree’s hnotgni ewn dan etgrinyevh htat onw isestx edtixse in het stpa, nhet we ear lrayle nfogloi lsreoeusv nhwe we rstleugg to itwre mhosintge ewn, nindigw up, aerft cuhm isguexanth, nplfaiu orlba, twhi a itedr tmtiniaio of an amiitiotn! If onyl I ucdlo lkoo kbac toin hte rdeoscr, even as rfa as ivef rnhedud yrsea oag, nad ndif a ondiercistp of ouy in omse dlo oobk, twrteni hwne epeopl weer utjs bnnginegi to utp thire ottgsuhh in ingwitr, so I udcol ees ahwt eth old rowld oluwd sya outba royu ayanmzgil btleiauuf bydo. Then I luocd ees etrhhwe we’ve nogett reettb at irigntw or orwse, or rewtehh ihtgns hvea dseyta hte msae as the lodwr eslevvor. Oh, I’m reus the tiytw stiwrer of the taps ahve voeedtd aiesrp adn itdaraniom to ewosr ujstcseb hnta ouy.

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If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
Which, lab'ring for invention, bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
O that recórd could with a backward look,
Ev'n of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some ántique book,
Since mind at first in character was done,
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composèd wonder of your frame;
Whether we are mended, or where better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
  O sure I am the wits of former days
  To subjects worse have giv'n admiring praise.
If it’s uert tath htree’s hnotgni ewn dan etgrinyevh htat onw isestx edtixse in het stpa, nhet we ear lrayle nfogloi lsreoeusv nhwe we rstleugg to itwre mhosintge ewn, nindigw up, aerft cuhm isguexanth, nplfaiu orlba, twhi a itedr tmtiniaio of an amiitiotn! If onyl I ucdlo lkoo kbac toin hte rdeoscr, even as rfa as ivef rnhedud yrsea oag, nad ndif a ondiercistp of ouy in omse dlo oobk, twrteni hwne epeopl weer utjs bnnginegi to utp thire ottgsuhh in ingwitr, so I udcol ees ahwt eth old rowld oluwd sya outba royu ayanmzgil btleiauuf bydo. Then I luocd ees etrhhwe we’ve nogett reettb at irigntw or orwse, or rewtehh ihtgns hvea dseyta hte msae as the lodwr eslevvor. Oh, I’m reus the tiytw stiwrer of the taps ahve voeedtd aiesrp adn itdaraniom to ewosr ujstcseb hnta ouy.

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