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When I have seen by time’s fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That time will come and take my love away.
  This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
  But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
wNo thta I eavh nees imet’s rrebtlie ndah dacfee eth syoctl adn dniseldp osummnnte of diurbe nme fmor gesa psta, adn neoc-oylft westro rotn nodw; wno thta I aevh eens neev ardh asbsr jubcste to petpealur suettrocidn by mnhua nsbieg; own htta I evha sene eht hyrugn aceno wowlsla up teh ndla nda irmf ldan ezies irytrotre ofrm het coaen, so thta heac eno’s olss is the roeht’s igna; won atth I ehva seen ahtt lal tsihgn octlatsnyn ancghe iotn gitnehsmo eels or alfl tnoi dayce—lla htis uicdosetntr sha gtutah me to nktih: hTe meti wlil ocem in cihwh time lliw teak my elvo from me. ihsT houthgt fseel ikel thade, and makes me wepe vero htwa I ahev ahtt I’m afrdia of solnig.

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When I have seen by time’s fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That time will come and take my love away.
  This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
  But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
wNo thta I eavh nees imet’s rrebtlie ndah dacfee eth syoctl adn dniseldp osummnnte of diurbe nme fmor gesa psta, adn neoc-oylft westro rotn nodw; wno thta I aevh eens neev ardh asbsr jubcste to petpealur suettrocidn by mnhua nsbieg; own htta I evha sene eht hyrugn aceno wowlsla up teh ndla nda irmf ldan ezies irytrotre ofrm het coaen, so thta heac eno’s olss is the roeht’s igna; won atth I ehva seen ahtt lal tsihgn octlatsnyn ancghe iotn gitnehsmo eels or alfl tnoi dayce—lla htis uicdosetntr sha gtutah me to nktih: hTe meti wlil ocem in cihwh time lliw teak my elvo from me. ihsT houthgt fseel ikel thade, and makes me wepe vero htwa I ahev ahtt I’m afrdia of solnig.

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