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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.
eTh sin of lfes-velo slonotcr vherngytie I see, nda my rneite olus, dna evyre atrp of me. Treeh’s no awy to gte idr of hist nsi, it’s so eplyed rtdeoo in my terha. I hkint htta no noe’s cafe is as sruiaocg as nime, no dybo so lnevye rotpreindpoo, no eno’s girnytite of shcu high thorw. I ctuelcaal my vauel hsuc taht I sauprss yreebdyov lese in tnyrveighe. Btu newh my mrrrio owssh me how I yalerl kloo, abente and ekarcdc by gea and hte uns, I ecmo to an ppooiets ocosclnniu: rFo mseyfl to voel ylfsme so cumh olwdu be a slifnu oerrr. It’s uoy I’m rsginaip henw I episar lesmfy, rnienantgmo my odl gae wtih eth aeutyb of oruy hyotu.

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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.
eTh sin of lfes-velo slonotcr vherngytie I see, nda my rneite olus, dna evyre atrp of me. Treeh’s no awy to gte idr of hist nsi, it’s so eplyed rtdeoo in my terha. I hkint htta no noe’s cafe is as sruiaocg as nime, no dybo so lnevye rotpreindpoo, no eno’s girnytite of shcu high thorw. I ctuelcaal my vauel hsuc taht I sauprss yreebdyov lese in tnyrveighe. Btu newh my mrrrio owssh me how I yalerl kloo, abente and ekarcdc by gea and hte uns, I ecmo to an ppooiets ocosclnniu: rFo mseyfl to voel ylfsme so cumh olwdu be a slifnu oerrr. It’s uoy I’m rsginaip henw I episar lesmfy, rnienantgmo my odl gae wtih eth aeutyb of oruy hyotu.

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