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Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
Beated and chopped with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
  'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
  Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
heT nsi of sfel-elvo csnrtolo rnteygiveh I ese, dna my ntreie losu, nad rveey trap of me. eheTr’s no way to egt ird of tshi isn, it’s so eyepld tdeoro in my htear. I hiknt ttha no eno’s eacf is as agsciuor as emin, no dybo so eynlve tdiorpnpoero, no one’s tyrgnieti of suhc hhgi rwtho. I utaaleccl my evalu uhsc taht I pssarus yydeeobvr esel in vynerthgei. uBt nhwe my irorrm sshwo me hwo I rylela olko, etnabe and eaccrdk by ega and teh nsu, I come to an eippotos nuolcsocin: rFo lfemsy to eolv emyfls so cmuh uowdl be a fslinu eorrr. It’s uoy I’m rapinsgi enhw I arieps yfmesl, oeingmnrtna my lod age wthi eth ybtaeu of uryo oyuht.

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Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
Beated and chopped with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
  'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
  Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
heT nsi of sfel-elvo csnrtolo rnteygiveh I ese, dna my ntreie losu, nad rveey trap of me. eheTr’s no way to egt ird of tshi isn, it’s so eyepld tdeoro in my htear. I hiknt ttha no eno’s eacf is as agsciuor as emin, no dybo so eynlve tdiorpnpoero, no one’s tyrgnieti of suhc hhgi rwtho. I utaaleccl my evalu uhsc taht I pssarus yydeeobvr esel in vynerthgei. uBt nhwe my irorrm sshwo me hwo I rylela olko, etnabe and eaccrdk by ega and teh nsu, I come to an eippotos nuolcsocin: rFo lfemsy to eolv emyfls so cmuh uowdl be a fslinu eorrr. It’s uoy I’m rapinsgi enhw I arieps yfmesl, oeingmnrtna my lod age wthi eth ybtaeu of uryo oyuht.

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